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spider-biter · 2 years

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Head cannons abt the moon boys for the soul <3 🌙🌙🌙

A/N: I’ve been stuck with this in my head for the past 4 days.…. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!! Also thank you for correcting my misspelling of mierda as Mérida 😭😭😭 embarrassing 😳

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- Steven loves old vintage things, he often wonders into antique stores to just “look around”

- he spends 50 dollars.

- Jake cannot stand waiting. man is literally impatient AF

- “15 minutes till the next train???! Mierda, let’s just fucking walk”

- cooking for him is his love language

- he will literally sob on the inside if you even show interest in his cultural food

- Marc is the same way

- one time you made him Rugelach and he was a MESS

- “baby it’s not even that good-“ “ITS AMAZING AND I LOVE IT AND- AND I LOVE YOU-“ “ok”

- Steven loves that you know so much about their cultures and interests

- he also appreciates how you avoid meat when he’s fronting

- when you first ordered a tofu taco on a date with him he immediately felt guilty, like he was pressuring you or something

- “love- no it’s ok! you can eat meat I don’t care!”

- “darling, if this is important to you then it is important to me. plus tofu is literally the best so it’s no problem! :)”

- oml he is going to COLLAPSE

- they always appreciate that you know how to comfort them whenever they are triggered or have a nightmare

- Steven needs to be grounded, so you take his hands and hold him close to you. Rubbing circles on his back, telling him that you’re right here, it’s ok, you’re fine. he often falls asleep with his head on your chest with your hands in his hair

- Marc fluctuates between quiet dissociation and physical panic

- when he’s quiet you make sure to interact. asking him questions like how was your day, do you want tea, how many sugars, any cream? just so he is forced to stay as much out of his head as he can

- (even though you can probably make his favorite tea ((thank you stevens Brit influence)) blindfolded)

- if it’s physical it’s a lot harder. You know that Marc would probably sink deeper if he ever accidentally hurt you so you just try to make him look at you. The 5-4-3-2-1 rule works best to get him out of it. He usually goes quiet after one, staring into nothing. Usually you just kind of sit near and around him, trying to get him back to the present (Think of that one scene in the asylum where he just looks exhausted)

- Jake just needs his space. You respect that. One of you normally leaves to give the other some space. You understand and respect that it’s not a you thing, just a ‘I think if I am touched or talked to I will literally fall over this edge that I am on’ thing.

- he normally apologizes (even though you told him it’s ok) and is super lovey dovey & touchey for the next couple of hours after

- speaking of touchey

- they all LOVE to hold you

- steven found out that holding hands with you and swinging them back and forth dramatically makes you giggle

- especially if he skips with you while doing it (he has done it twice and both times you felt your heart explode with love!)

- he loves holding your hand, rubbing circles on the back of your palm to calm each other down

- and whenever you get up in the middle of the night to pull him out of his studies/work he softly kisses your knuckles as an apology, whispering things in French

- LORD

- you guys also rest against each others foreheads in moments of silence, just enjoying the closeness of your love

- Jake is a spinner!

- he’ll grab your arm and immediately spin you around, no matter what you’re doing.

- you always scream out of surprise even though he’s done this forever

- he also loves to dip you

- “no need to be scared mi corazón, I’ll never drop you 😤💪❤️” 🤨🤨 “what about that one time at-” “shhhh mi vida no es importante”

- Jake loves having his hands on you in a “mine” way

- but you do the exact same for him

- but he likes to come up behind you and run his hands all over your body while kissing your jawline. “So lovely” “so beautiful” “y todo mío” (that last one made your knees jelly)

- Marc has such an obsession with physical touch

- for the first 6-8 months, he was really scared of touching you. he never got physical love as a child and was always scared he’d break you because of it

- but one day he fell asleep on your shoulder during a movie you guys were watching

- and damn. The peace he felt was similar to how he felt in the field of reeds tbh

- ANYWAYS

- one day you both started just hooking arms with the other and skipping around in a circle

- it’s a cowboy jig

- yeehaw

- Marc also is obsessed with giving you piggyback rides, even if you are scared AS HELL!

- yes Marc Spector has run with a fully grown adult on his back yelling “MARC WHAT THE FUCK?” In Central Park. what abt it

- he loves to let you rest your head on his shoulder.

- he’s a big face guy??? Like he brushes away hair, pecks your cheeks, wipes away tears.

- he’s very gentle all the time and loves holding your cheek as you guys just stare at each other

- the mornings with them >>>

- who’s big and little spoon is a never ending battle

- with Steven it’s very quiet & reflective

- laying on each others chests, hands in each others hair, comforter pulled up to your neck, listening to the other breathing pattern and syncing it up! It’s all about the quiet company of love. The 2 of you comfortable for all of eternity

- Marc is similar but not

- it’s inches away from each other, still entangled with the other. you face each other and whisper silly nothings: I love you, I’ll do anything for you, we should do this for a date.

- You even boop his nose.

- he’s not a fan

- Jake loves being the big spoon but after hard days you make him little spoon so you can wrap around him <3

- but when he is big spoon??????

- his warm arms wrap around your midsection, keeping you in nirvana eternally. you both float in and out of consciousness, his head rests softly on yours, you nestle deeper into him, even though that’s literally scientifically impossible at this point. He loves how addicted you are to him

- he doesn’t even realize how addicted he is to you ;)

- it’s also passionate make out sessions, still sleepy and slightly sloppy, before he goes into the shower and you make him a coffee

- (getting out of the shower to be greeted by your coffee and you sitting at the counter just reading over the news on your phone??? it makes his heart literally collapse in on itself every. single. day.)

- speaking of passion

- you helped them all find things they’re passionate about

- you helped Steven get a better job at a different museum and he LOVES IT!!!

- it was pretty easy, Steven just had to be confident in his knowledge.

- sometimes you stop by on your lunch break and see Steven somehow getting a group of terrible and loud preteens absolutely invested in the story of Ra and Sekhement

- (passionately teaching a group of kids all about the ancient relics of the past is a turn on you never knew you had)

- you helped Marc get involved with the INTERPOL force in London, so he can occasionally be on call, and help people in a legal way

- he likes it bc it gives him something to do & makes the world a better place

- he helps take down bad guys & save kids. He gets to be the person he always wished would come and save him when he was younger.

- it makes you sob

- but!

- Jake is happy as long as he’s with you but he’s actually super into watching old telenovelas

- you guys make a whole day out of it

- and the 2 of you won’t stop acting out the most dramatic scenes of it

- “TU ES MI HIJO???” “Si, madre. También soy tu ABUELO EN EL FUTURO!!!” *gasp*

- Steven and Marc are OVER IT!!

- speaking of Marc, you always celebrate Rosh Hashanah & other important Jewish holidays with him

- you cook together, him teaching you these generational meals and you making sure he doesn’t burn down the entire kitchen

- during Yom Kippur you help him fast & reflect with him

- keeping him grounded and not just letting him shit on himself endlessly for 25 hours?? telling him that “it’s about repenting and doing it better this year”???? Literally life saving for him

- and to have someone to help him with his spirituality is so important to him

- like… beyond words

- idk where to put this at but onetime you drove with Jake in the passenger

- he is TRAUMATIZED

- like just imagine a grown ass man screaming as you go 50 mph down the London bridge

- “eres un pequeño demonito de la velocidad. me asustas” (you’re a little speed demon (lovingly). You scare me)

- Steven was LIVING

- “STEVEN IF YOU DONT STOP CHEERING THEM ON-“

- “LOVE GO FASTER!!”

- yes Steven is also a little speed demon

- it’s cannon idc

- if you can’t already tell, they love you so much

- holding you after a bad day, comforting your anxieties, feeding the ducks in the pond

- “darling he’s a duck-“ “I don’t care! He’s staring at me like I did something! I’m innocent Marc I swear!” “I- I know babe- it’s- it’s a duck???”

- (This conversation and never ending confusion on Marc’s part goes on for another 15 minutes)

- they cherish you like no one else

- they would take a bullet for you without even a second thought and you would for them too

- (where is my moon system holding dying lover or lover holding dying system fic already??)

- anyways

- they love you the most in the world

- and tbh??? You do too.

- “I love you the most”

- “I love you the mostest”

#steven grant #marc spector #moon knight #moonknight #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #moonknight x reader #steven grant my beloved #marvel #mcu #moon knight x reader #marvels moonknight #soft marc spector #marc spector reader #jake lockely x reader #steven grant reader #steven grant x reader #dating moonknight

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artemisthewh0re · 2 years

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BEGGING FOR OSCAR ISAAC SMUT PLWASSEEEE

Pretty Please

Steven Grant x Chubby Black Reader

Warnings: Submissive/passive male, body worship, blowjobs, PiV, stuttering (💦), creaming/squirting, and creampie

A/N: Your prayers have been answered. I haven't done a submissive male smut before so this probably isn't that good but who cares. Steven>>>Marc

"Come on Steven, it's okay to be shy," you pur, a sense of cunning seduction in your eyes.

Steven's eyes are wide with bewilderment, his jaw is practically on the floor. You can't help but giggle at his face as you look up at him from between his legs.

"It's been awhile…Actually I've never--"

You cut him off by putting your index finger over his lips.

"Shhhh I'll take good care of you. I promise." Steven's cock is already hard but those words are his breaking point. If it could, his dick would've broken through his half-zipped pants. Your fingers dance around his bulge before relieving Steven of his pants. You hear a hiss escape his lips as you free him from his boxers.

"Are you sure about this? I mean it's only the first date, we don't--"

"Steven, do you want me to suck your dick?" You interrupt.

"Oh God yes," he sputters out in a hurry.

"Ask nicely."

"Can you suck my cock?" You raise an eyebrow waiting for more. "Pretty please?" You oblige him and run along stripe down the shaft with your tongue.

"Oh fuck," Steven whispers, eyes rolled far into the back of his head. Your tongue explores his tip with ease, gliding up and down the slit before fully taking him in. Steven releases a heavenly moan but quickly slaps his hand over his mouth.

"Don't stop, I like the sounds you make," you tease before taking his entire length down your throat. You gag a little as it gets close to your uvula.

"Oh god I'm not gonna be able to last much longer," Steven blurts out. His eyes look scared of what's coming next. You add both your hands to his shaft and focus your mouth solely on the tip, making it as sloppy as possible. Steven grips the cushion of the couch as he lets out a moan from deep within his chest. Warm translucent liquid hits your tongue as you continue to work your mouth around him.

"HOLY CHRIST," he exclaims as he releases his load. "You're amazing." He looks down at you and brings your face to his. Adoring kisses are placed across your face as you lift up off the floor and onto Steven's lap. He slides easily into your soaking pussy, hitting all the right places as you start to ride him.

"God you're heavenly." Steven roams every curve of your body, staring in awe as the moonlight perfectly illuminates your dark skin. Your fingers entangle themselves in his dark curly hair and gently but firmly yank his head back so you can press kisses onto his throat.

Hips smash together in a desperate attempt to quickly reach an orgasm. Surprisingly Steven lasts longer than you but only by a few seconds. The feeling of you unraveling on him pushes him off the edge. His attempt to pull out is easily thwarted and he spills into your sopping cunt. You both take a moment to wake from your lustful haze, looking deep within his eyes. You could look at those eyes for the rest of your life.

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normaltothemax · 1 year

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So I'm thinking for a hdm verse for the moon goons they would have one daemon but she would change her form for each of them. (I also took that quiz and each of them got a different animal so maybe that's part of the reason but I mostly just like the idea of it shhhh).

So here's what they've got:

Marc: wolf Steven: dik dik Jake: osprey

I have yet to decide if each form has a different name (probably though) but I do think they would all have slightly different personalities.

#✦ ooc #aercnaut what have you done to me #this is apparently my brain now

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survivor-marieta-islands · 8 months

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Episode 3: "i'm a 26 year-old man but, like, please feel sorry for me!"—Steven

Sin Sazonar

Hairie

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So we started an alliance chat consisting of Trinica Adeline hairie and Brandi and we don’t know where we stand with Aj she has played against me in the past so I’m not knowing where I stand with her she might look to sketch me out

Adeline

I didn’t get Skype notifications for like a day while we were safe but! I was added to an alliance, Trinica and i have been talking a small amount but a good amount, i like Brandi and hairie and tanner expressed liking me hairier and Trinica good things good things :,)))

Brandi

There are so many alliance chats rn and I legit have two names BATH/BATTH I’m very concerned

Trinica

I wanted to play a game less in-the-middle than I typically play so that I have a chance of making it farther and not being sniped as a social threat, but I can't help that I'm so damn charming and sexy and funny and cool!

I'm currently in 3 bigger alliances, with Brandi as my fellow overlapping MOR player. We have BATH with me, Brandi, Arvin, and Hairie; BATTH with me, Brandi, Adeline, Hairie, and Tanner; and Shhhh!!! with me, Brandi, AJ, and Shawn. So by necessity, I'm working a bit closer with Brandi this game than expected. Which is fine by me, it's very nice not to be the only person in the middle like this. And Brandi, who I thought would be closer with Hairie, seems to be only sharing hunt specifics with me, which is a good sign. Just gotta eventually tell her I have a hunt doc with Hairie too, or Hairie might let it slip and she'll distrust me.

Hairie definitely wants to go against AJ, probably sooner rather than later, which is tricky for me. I really want to try to play a loyal game with AJ for once, but something in me wants to cast doubt on her whenever we play. I think it's because she's genuinely a little shifty in these games so I simply lack trust! She thought I was lying to her in the idol hunt when I was telling the truth and she lied to me SO transparently, and she did admit to it but it was just weird vibes. She also made some comment like "that is, if you're telling me the truth" about info I had given her about the hunt and it kind of rubbed me the wrong way. Have I lied to you twice in past games? YES. Am I lying to you now? NO. But maybe I should be!!

Hairie last night told me he feels like he could never write my name down. Which is very sweet, but Hairie is also kind of a big mouth with telling other people things. He keeps telling the tribe things about the idol hunt, or confronting people when he finds out they're lying or talking about him. It is SO HARD for me to ally with someone if they can't stay chill when they hear their name's out there. Like I need people to trust that I'm handling it and things will work out. Which is a lot to ask, maybe. I do want to work with Hairie, but I also do worry about us being two anti-heroes/occasionally villains and how long an alliance like that can last. We both know what big threats the other is so it's hard to work in that environment.

Meanwhile, I think Shawn is very tight with AJ because they're not giving me much about the idol hunt and they told Hairie AJ is sharing info with them. I could see Adeline, AJ, and Clefford having a trio.

This hunt sucks btw it's such a bust! I'm honestly sharing my info with everyone which is silly and I hate it but also feels necessary in some ways. Plus Hairie and Del set the tone by sharing info in the main chat about the hunt, so it is what it is.

OH AND IN OTHER NEWS I volunteered for and won the hero challenge! Go, me! I hate putting myself in a singled-out position like that and I've never done it before, so I'm glad it worked in my favor and hopefully shows my tribe I'm someone who can perform in challenges.

Shawn

Trinica KILLED it as I knew they would!!! They're very smart and I am so proud to have them on our team. They really stepped it up. This is Great for team moral, two wins in a row. I hope we can keep this up! Our team needs it, we need this bonding and morale.

Brandi

I knew trinica would win! They are so talenteddddddd I’m happy to be working with them ❤️❤️❤️

Arvin

I'm glad Trinica won the Hero Challenge. I've been Inactive for days now. I'm just gonna send this as a confession so I won't get a strike.

Clefford

We're so luck to have Trinica on our tribe. She made us safe from winning the Hero Challenge over Ellie and granted us the immunity.

We're trying so hard to win more immunities as our first tribal council was chaotic and we don't want it to happen again.

Wow ok I think I only have one confessional this round. I did really short confessionals after a certain point last time and I feel like that was kind of a let down when I read back through episodes last time I was like :c what was I thinking. Anyway, an end of round long confessional? Who is she? An icon that’s who.

I feel like on our tribe not much has really happened. I found the idol, duh, I kind of want to find the other tribe’s idol because that would be fun but also their entire area is a landmine and so far we’re without DAs to my knowledge so fingers crossed we can just stay that way. Idk what I’ll do though.

I also just finished watching their R2 tribal council and? Gurl? They clearly have some sort of drama going on and unlike Sin Sazonar - #BestTribe - they didn’t communicate this in the tribe chat. Which is booo, kind of boring. All I can say is eman is an absolute icon and I can’t wait to see their next tribal. (And hopefully the one after that too ;) )

Antigua

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Raffy

The Eman vote went over pretty well. I found out from Jinx that Eman was trying to test Colin by throwing him Maddison's and Ellie's name. And that Eman wanted to target Steven and I for being big threats. I told this to my 4 1/2 brain cell alliance and it reaffirmed out decision of taking out Eman.

What has me worried is that Steven or Colin is going to be targeted next since Jinx is stuck on the idea that they are either boring (Steven) or untrustworthy (Colin). AND, Colin told me that Zo said there was an alliance made with Maddison, Zo, Ellie, and Jinx. Neither Jinx or Ellie has told me anything about this. It seems my Day 2 analysis of where the sides would be came true. I knew Ellie, Zo, and Maddison would get together eventually. So now Jinx has an alliance that seems like they would just go after Steven considering Zo told me that she doesn't talk much with him and I already know Jinx's opinion on the matter. Ellie probably has no intention with playing with me forever and this just makes me a little sus of Jinx. Jinx and I seem to be going towards different directions in this game and I don't know if we'll find ourselves working together when the dust settles.

I am a little disappointed that I didn't get close enough to Zo to have her tell me about this. I want to work with Zo, but it seems she's already closer to other people.

Right now, I think the target should shift onto like JG atm in terms of alliances. But then again JG is also someone I can work closely with. I just don't think voting out anyone on this tribe would be beneficial to me atm. Like, I don't need to start snipping connections. I think JG would be a good vote though cause he's not in any alliances presumably and he's not in any opposing alliances to me. He's just sort of there which means it'd be easy to take him out. But would we need his vote for taking out, say, Maddison? Tough decisions all around.

Zoe

Ah frig we have to go to tribal again and now I REALLY don’t know what to do. I feel like i’m back in the swing of it now after the last one but we really don’t have anyone that’s made themselves a target this round yet. Here’s hoping some cwazy drama happens in the next 24 hours to add some spice and also give me any idea of who to vote 💅🏼

Raffy

So we are going to tribal again, and I am not nervous for myself. I think I am positioned incredibly well to survive until a tribe swap. What I am nervous about is for my allies. I am pretty much working with everyone and have no idea who to even vote for. It could spell the end of my game. The person I am least attached to is Maddison, but I know from Colin who heard from Zo that they are in an alliance with Zo, Ellie, and Jinx. So I have no idea if a push for Maddison would even work? I would need Amy, JG, Colin, and Steven to be on board. It's way too nerve wracking to be making decisions and splitting votes this early. So, I am going to just wait. If by like 5, no one still has said anything then I will just vote out Maddison. I'll push it only to Colin and JG and see if it takes off from there.

Amy

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Anyway Colin wants JG, and Jinx wants Steven. I would rather Steven and break up that Raffy - Steven - Colin alliance, forcing them both to work more closely with me. But I also have a weird feeling for this one.

Maddison

you know what i LOVE is when no one is talking strategy with me :-) like y’all we have tribal in like seven hours!! at least feign interest in working with me pls i beg of you. there’s no easy target tonight (unless it’s me ofc given my name was making the rounds last time) so i’m unsure of the move. i’d be happy with a JG vote since he’s “not going to be upset if i go home” but i’m not sure who is tight with them. i have zero interest in working with colin because that’s just a shady situation and i’d prefer to play with more predictable players, at least as long as possible. rumor has it steven might have an idol but i don’t think he would play it this early unless he was an obvious vote. UUUUGH WISH THIS BIMBO LUCK

Ellie

Lowkey wouldnt be shocked if its me tonight but im just gonna vote whatever name im given

Raffy

I had a short chat with Colin where I tried to push for Maddison, but he wants to vote out JG. I relinquished. Then, I had a short chat with Ellie where they agreed with JG. I also confronted them about their alliance with Zo, Maddison, and Jinx and they confirmed it. However, when Ellie tried to push for JG in that alliance, Ellie said that those three want to vote out Steven which is not good for me. But what can I do to help Steven? If he's not going to be active and social with the tribe, then there's not much I can do without sticking my neck out. However, Ellie also told me Zo started this alliance even though Zo was the one to tell Colin about it. So, Zo is a little strategist queen over there trying to mastermind the tribe from the shadows. Now I am on red alert with Zo since it seems pretty clear at this point that I am not in her long-term plans. If I get tribe swapped with her, she would happily feed me to the wolves. I don't want to do anything about it right now though. I told Ellie that they are deciding who gets power in this game: Zo's Alliance or Colin's/Raffy's Alliance with this vote. I'll follow their lead on this one, since I do feel I would not be next out if we went to tribal again (though I might try to splinter that Zo alliance).

Amy

It's too much rn I don't want to be in three alliances already.

Personally I'm team vote Steven, work with JG solely based on general conversation flow. But Jinx (social icon award, doing all the heavy lifting rn) wants the back up to be Colin which ... I cannot do. I can blindside him with a Steven vote but I will not vote Colin after he told me about his trio alliance then I may have spread that a bit generally speaking. Also bc I know Colin won't vote against me. Let's leave my 10000% numbers OUT. OF. IT.

Raffy

Ok. So, I told both JG and Steven their names were out there so they still stick by me. Zo and Jinx seem like they are going to be pushing Steven. Ellie is in the middle. I tried to steer JG away from Zo. And Steven towards putting out Maddison's name. Too many people trust me with info and talking strategy with them. It is stressful. I am trying to juggle everyone so they don't see me as a threat.

I think Steven is going to get the boot here. But my strategy moving forward is to get an alliance together with Amy, Colin, and JG so that the Zo alliance does not just steamroll us in case we go to tribal again. Hopefully, if I expose the information Ellie gave me regarding this alliance, then I can form an opposing faction.

Colin

last round was easy because eman went unanimously. except eman voted me.

eman gave me a """""loyalty test""""" the first tribal we went to???!!! absolute WILD plan. like that's so weird to me. WHY put out names if you DONT want them to spread?! especially the first tribal when no other names are happening!!!! like i'm glad it blew up in their face. we were planning on voting them beforehand but no one needs to know that!!! as far as anyone else is concerned, eman shot themselves in the foot.

THEN I GOT SUPER BUSY WITH MY BIG BOY JOB AND I HATE IT

now it's like 2 hours till tribal and i dont know what the fuck is happening. im doing my best here. jg and steven are the names going around

but Zo told me about an alliance that was made of her + jinx + ellie + maddison? and that seems like its taking over! they swapped it onto steven when jg was going to be the vote. obv I don't wanna vote steven because he's one of my biggest allies.

i trust zo the most out of that alliance. but amy, raffy, and steven are my biggest allies (in that order)

right now there might be a blindside happening? we'll see! im calculating!

Raffy

This has gotten to be such a mess because of Colin lol. I got on a call with Colin and tried to explain that maybe letting Steven go would not be the worst thing in the world. They said Steven cannot leave. So, now we exposed the Zo alliance to Steven and are trying to flip the vote onto Maddison by telling Amy and JG. Idk about JG. But Amy is hard to convince. I don't think she wants to be this messy this early. And if Amy isn't flipping then I am not voting incorrectly. Sorry Steven. I'd rather that alliance mad at Colin than me. Plus, now I'm in such a shitty position since it could very easily (by JG's mouth most likely) that this was attempted and I'm sure my name will go around.

So I think it’s getting messy now?? The vote is between JG and Steven but I really like don’t want to vote anyone they’re both nice I wish we could just have cookies instead :(

Colin

oh god oh fuck. i think steven is just doomed tonight. i hate this. i dont wanna vote him but it'll make everyone else upset if I don't

Steven

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Jinx

listen i know ive flopped but someone hit and run my car and this game has had the adrenaline rush that that experience gave me too so WHAT DO U WANT ME TO SAY????????

maddison is sexy btw and i'm serious about that. just because she told me to put that there doesn't mean its not true and it's absolutely completely true. i swear. thank you. my next targets are the ones who don't think maddison is sexy bc that's just not smth i could trust.

Raffy

Fuck me. So Ellie told me there is another alliance with Zo, Amy, Jinx, Maddison, and Ellie. Now what tf do I do about that? NOTHING. I guess I should just trans my gender so I can get into a good alliance this season.

Jinx

the we're all talking in the girlies alliance like ellie didn't leak it. kinda living for it

Amy

Did I need to submit my vote early? No. Did I want to make sure raffy and Colin voted Steven bc I 😮 could not change my vote? Yes.

Is there a 'girls (loosely defined) alliance' that doesn't include me? Yes. Do I care? No.

Were ppl messy and I collected lots of info? Yes we love it. Am I still hilariously solid? Yeah babes. We chilling and thriving.

I love barely checking in and knowing I have ppl 😭 I feel bad and tbh I know some of them will turn on me but also ppl like Colin and Jinx are loyal to a fault and I love them for it. Ellie I'm good with and I straight up told them Colin is lying to you and about you 🤣

But also let's be real the moment Colin told me about their alliance with Raffy and Steven, and Raffy is being sneaky sneaky witholding info (as he should) while being in other alliance with me, that trip alliance needed to end asap thanks and now raffy and Colin have less options, jinx and Colin don't trust Ellie, and I can just sit back and be busy. We love this. Lay low and stay out of drama.

Steven

Well I have tried everything I can to try and stay. Tried to get Raffy and Colin to flip a vote. Begged Amy to see me as a number she can use, try and talk game to JG who probably had no intention of working with me, and as of just now got off a call with Jinx who I felt had the most influence over this game. As of now my best hope is that an idol is played on me and hopefully when people see that I’m not a dead man walking anymore they will realize that I can be a tool for their games. If not then I can’t say I didn’t go out fighting.

Jinx

pours out the bottle of tequila i got from the idol hunt in stevens honor

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media-mel · 1 year

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I Am Not Okay With This (2020) - ok this is a series but shhhh! I LOVED this. The main girl is SOOO likeable and funny to me. Sad it was cancelled, now I want to read the comic to find out what happens next…

Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975) - I did watch this once as a kid, but shh. Very quippy and quotable, I kept thinking of various KH crack videos with dubs from this LOL.

Polar (2019) - More camp than I expected LOL. The vibes between Montana and the rest of the film feel like two different movies. In terms of women roles, it feels uh.. pre-Gamer Gate… CW: long sex scene, fatphobia, torture, and the dog dies…

The Spider Man Trilogy (2002, 2004, 2007) - Okay I actually genuinely love how camp these movies are. Love the camera movement. Still really surprised how good the 2004 film is!

The Irishman (2019) - god this movie was so long and for what! LOL. Fantastic performances though. And I got used to the de-aging VFX, even if they caught me off guard at first. Still, perhaps I wasn't the audience this movie was for because I really felt it was so long...

Venom + Venom Carnage (2018, 2021) - Wow I really just… really do not fucking care for car chase scenes LOL. These movies were alright, but honestly I probably will never watch them again haha. Venom and Eddie were funny! I saw glimpses of the sexuality that all the fans were bonkers about (though it was weaker than I expected based on said fans reactions lmao).

Titan AE (2000) - Very very y2k movie LOL. The rock music is sooo funny and does not fit the sci fi at ALL imo lmao. I do prefer Treasure Planet for Jim and Silver’s relationship, so I wish the emotional relationships were stronger in this movie. But still a fun movie. Stith4Ever. Why was Akima’s skull so fucking long.

The Hunger Games films (2012, 2013, 2014, 2015)- I know that these movies ironically fulfill the very notion I've heard the books were against (making a entertaining spectacle of dark topics, among other things), I do really like them 🙈 My favorite will always be Mocking Jay pt 1 just because I love that underground-jumpsuit aesthetic LOL. Lock me away, boys 🚓🚨

The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023) - Okay other than Illumination’s loathsome “Our movies cannot slow down at all even once” problem, this movie was great. They made Mario and Luigi. So. fucking. adorable. And Bowser was great ofc.

American Psycho (2000) - I DO think this is a good film, but I also can’t BELIEVE this satirical doofus is the guy so many men project themselves onto LOL. I wasn’t expecting a theme on conformity, but to me its what makes the movie interesting.

The King's Man (2021) - This delivered what I expected: fun characters, action scenes that are unique and actually interesting, epic music that makes you feel like you’re with old friends. And it delivered what I did not expect: The WEIRDEST erotic scene I have EVER seen LMAO.

Agent Cody Banks (2003) - Saw this so young I don’t really remember it. This movie has a much higher budget than I remember LOL. Not really innovative but it was for kids, and I remember loving it.

Nope (2022) - okay okay I will admit at first I was like “okay how does the monkey connect” but my dumbass didn't realize Jupe had been purposely giving horses to the UFO, so realizing that Jupe tried taming the UFO in the way he thought he tamed the monkey really made me love this film even more. No wonder Jordan Peele's considered the next Steven Spielberg!

Rope (1948) - NGL I was hoping Rupert would go along :/ This would be so fun on see on stage, I enjoyed it!

Psycho (1960) - I enjoyed this too! One scene that will stick with me is the camera shift in Norman and Marion’s conversation when mothers are brought up. Very interesting cinematography there.

Hoodwinked (2005) - l watched this friends lmao; I was very hesitant, but I gotta admit it was funnier than I expected. The various POVs really makes it a unique animated comedy.

Fight Club (1999) - God first 12 minutes of this film I thought I was going fucking crazy! But hey you know I get it now. This is a fun movie. It feels like the opposite reaction to consumerism and conformity than American Psycho’s, an interesting pair of movies.

Three Pines (2022) - Once again, a show not a film, but I really enjoyed this series. Loved the setting, the atmosphere, the characters, the mysteries. Even though its a detective show with murder, I still found it oddly cozy enough to be a comfort show for the future LOL. Maybe it's because Armand is just that likeable!

#film reviews

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celestialalpacaron · 4 years

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Oh dear

Oh no

My hand slipped AGAIN I don’t know what’s coming over me

#spinel #spinel steven universe #steven universe #steven universe future #steven universe jasper #jasper #my art #i ship them okay shhhh #im probably the only person that ships them HA #like look how dumb this is i love it #i dont know what comic idea i wanna do of diamond spinel so have some Jaspel

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robobbin · 6 years

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how about you try drawing your own/someone else’s gemsona?? or one of the gems from steven universe!

#i shold probably catch up with the show weklfaneajkvnge #but yes the lanky lesbian happy pride month #that made no sense but shhhh #pearl #steven universe #su #su pearl #my doodles #ask #ut-stuff #rr

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cutelittleluckysoul · 2 years

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It is going to be alright

This is very self-inserted cause I had an awful day and just want Steven 'with a V' Grant to make it better and take care of me.

No warnings this is just fluff. Steven comforting reader. No use of Y/N. Not proof read

Steven Grant x reader (Mentions of Marc and Jake but only very briefly)

Your day has been awful! First you couldn't really sleep because of the heat in the apartment you shared with your boyfriend. It is a nice apartment but there was no A/C. For may it was really hot.

Then in the morning you almost missed your train. When you got on the train you didn't find a seat. The whole thing was packed! People were pushing against each other with every move of the train. You were quite certain the guy beside you even grabbed your ass. Before you could give him a piece of your mind he left the train, almost knocking your tea to go out of your hand. Your Bluetooth headphones had died the moment you reached the train so you were hearing the annoying kid down the compartment and his mum discussing why he can't have chicken nuggets for breakfast. That reminded you that you didn't have any breakfast that morning.

When you finally got to the one class you had that morning you thought your day would get at least a little better. But the topic of todays lesson was more than boring. At least they finished earlier than planned.

After class you were supposed to go look for a present for your nephew. You knew what he wanted but couldn't find it anywhere. You looked in every shop where you knew it would have been normally. But nothing.

Defeated you bought something for lunch. Just your luck you missed your train because of that and had to wait another hour. Your lunch would be cold by the time you were home.

While you waited your mum called to tell you that the family dog was getting sicker every day and that they probably had to put him down soon.

So all the way back home you were crying.

Thinking you could distract yourself a little you ate your lunch while working on your thesis. But everything you wrote sounded like rubbish to you. After a while you got more into it and it finally got better. But then the internet cut off. Of course you didn't save anything you wrote for the last two hours, way too absorbed into your topic to think about saving the file. You could feel the first tears starting to run down your face until you were full on sobbing, seriously thinking about just quitting. Who needs a degree anyway? Especially in literature.

You didn't even hear the door unlocking. Your boyfriend came in looking rather happy. His back was turned to you as he closed the door so he greeted you with a cheery "Hello luv." When you didn't respond he turned to you, seeing how your body shook with sobs.

He was next to you in seconds, pulling your body into his. "Love what is wrong?"

You tried telling him but nothing besides hiccups came out of your mouth. You were clinging onto him burring your face in his shirt. Comfortingly he stroked over your back. "Shhhh it is alright love. You are alright. Can you breath with me? Hm? Yes just like that you are doing so good. That's it. In and out." His calm tone and his breathing helped you to eventually calm down that you at least could talk. He softly helped you off of the chair you were sitting in and maneuvered you over to the sofa where you plopped down.

He left to make some tea for the both of you and then joined you again, pulling you back into him.

"Do you mind telling me what is wrong now?" His voice still very soft. His fingers softly painting patterns on your arm.

"I just had an awful day... First this heat, then I almost missed the train. Some guy definitely groped my ass. Mum called to say that Ares is very sick and probably has to be put down soon... I tried to distract myself by continuing to write my thesis. But then the internet cut off and I saved nothing of the stuff I wrote!" You sounded so defeated. "I will just drop out. What is even the point?"

"Hey none of that." His voice yet soft, had some edge to it. You looked up at him. "You are fantastic at what you are doing. And you actually love what you are doing. It is just a bad day not a bad life." You gave him a little smile. "That is such a stupid quote." "But it is true isn't it?"He softly grinned down at you. "Maybe..." You snuggled closer to him. "I know you will ace your thesis. And if not I am going to show up there and talk some sense into them." That actually made you chuckle. "I am afraid they don't listen to random people." "Maybe I get Marc for that he can be very convincing. Or Jake if we have to." "Please don't." You giggled, but you knew he was serious even when was chuckling. "There is that smile I love so much." He gave your nose a small kiss. You hummed closing your eyes. "Do you really think everything will work out ok?" "Of course. In the end everything will turn out to be alright no matter what." "You sound like my dad." "Is that so bad?" "No."

For a while none of you spoke. You just enjoyed being close to Steven. You didn't even mind the heat anymore. Your tea has gone cold some time ago.

"How about we visit your parents?" "What?" You looked up at him bewildered. It is not like you didn't want to it just surprised you. "Yeah we could visit them. Then you can say goodbye to your dog one last time. A proper goodbye." Tears sprang to your eyes. He was so thoughtful. "Are you sure though? I mean you haven't really met my parents yet." You were a little afraid of what they would think of him, considering the age gap between the two of you. It wasn't scandalous or anything but still. "Well now would be a good time don't you think?" There was that adorable smile of his, he knew you couldn't say no, and you really did want to see your dog one last time. So you nodded. "Alright. But be warned we are a weird family." You giggled. "Oh I know. I mean you alone are pretty weird." He was laughing softly. You gasped in fake shock and softly swatted his chest. "Don't worry I love you anyway." Steven gave you a soft kiss, making you melt against him. "So we are really going?" "Yep. You can skip classes?" "Sure won't be a problem." "Great then we can be there tomorrow. Wanna get some take out for now?" You eagerly nodded.

When you were laying in bed that night, cuddled close to Steven, who found a fan somewhere in his apartment, so the heat wouldn't be unbearable again. Your head resting on his bare chest. "You were right." "With what?" "That it is just a bad day not a bad life. Because I know with you at my side everything will be fine." Steven kissed your head softly. "Thank you for being there for me." You looked up at him. "Well that is my job isn't it?" "Not everyone would do that for their partner. I am very lucky to have you Steven. I love you." "I love you too darling." His voice held all the adoration he felt for you. You really were lucky to have him.

With your mind at rest now, you were able to fall asleep very fast. Steven still awake stroking over your back softly while looking at you. He could see your face relaxing. He hated to see you as upset as earlier. This was much better. Everything was going to be fine if you two would stay together he was sure of it.

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #mr. knight x reader #mr. knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant imagine #steven grant one shot #steven grant fluff #steven grant fanfiction #marc spector #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #marc spector imagine #jake lockley x reader #marvel

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majouartings · 4 years

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Coppélia 🌸

I’m trying to get better about sharing my merch art, so: this is the first of a series of five wooden charms I’m working on! They’re all going to see Pearl in a variety of major ballet roles that correspond to the beats of her character arc. Pearl is SUPER fun to design outfits for, and I’m having an absolute blast doing all of them - I can’t wait to show you the rest!

#steven universe #fan merch #in which al continues to be the most shameless balletomane trash #the tutu should probably be floofier #but when I tried to add some more floof to it it just looked like she'd got the back of her skirt tucked into her knickers in the bathroom #so we're making do with the romantic-style tutu instead #my being an aesthete totally excuses my being a philistine shhhh

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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Records

Steven Hyde x reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings: nothing I don’t think

Author’s Note: I loveddd this one. Much better then my first hyde fic. It’s kinda short cause there’s no plot but I hope you like it!

Requested: by anon, hey maya :) could i request a fic with hyde from that 70s show where the reader and hyde are listening to music or something (just something fluffy)? i love himmm (although i will punch danny masterson any day)

Summary: the request

Genre: fluff

Song: houses of the holy by led zeppelin

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

(not my gif)

“Where’s Kitty?” you asked as you walked into Hyde’s room. He was sitting on his bed, cramped between that and the wall. He lived in the Formans house which is where most of you spent your time anyway. Hyde and Eric just happened to live there.

Hyde looked up at you as he flipped through some records.

“How should I know?”

“I don’t know, you live with her?” you said, shrugging. He shook his head.

“There’s only like, two stories to this house you should be able to search yourself.” You rolled your eyes and walked all the way in, taking the records from his hand. He reached for it but you kept it out of his hands.

“Zeppelin huh?” you asked like you were surprised. You understood how much he liked that band and others like it, plenty of times. You took the record out and started the player. Hyde let you, leaning forward on the bed. The music started to play after you put the needle on it. You turned around to him and he rolled his eyes.

“Why’d you want Kitty?” he asked. You raised a finger.

“I was asking where Kitty was.” You walked out of his room and he sat, confused for about five seconds before you walked back in, wearing one of his shirts.

“Did you take off your shirt while you were out there?”

“Yes.”

“And I missed it?!” You rolled your eyes and did a little dramatic twirl. You ran a hand through your hair and sat down on the bed beside him.

“I didn’t want her to see me going through the laundry again,” you muttered, nodding your head to the tune of the music. He looked over at you and laid down on the bed, propping himself up with his elbow.

“Again?” he asked.

“Last time she gave me a thirty minute lecture about how stealing was bad. I couldn’t get a word in edgewise on how it isn’t stealing if you know that I’m taking it. Regardless, it was right after we had sat in the circle and I probably looked like I was about to pass out from hunger or something,” you joked. Hyde rolled his eyes and put his arm around you. You put your head on his chest sweetly and drummed your fingers on his stomach.

He wouldn’t be like this with anyone else. Just you. And if you told anyone that he was like this then he would probably never do it again. But because you were quiet and typically he only did this when he knew you were all alone, he was able to enjoy it and so were you.

“Looks better on you anyway,” he said. You smiled.

“You’re a teddy bear Steven Hyde.”

“Only for you.”

You sat there for a long time, listening to the record until it needed to be flipped. You laughed at each other and he made quips about the gang and you told stories about girl talk with Donna and Jackie. He thought that was especially interesting even if he didn’t admit it.

“Then Donna said that she hated it and that Eric was like, telling her to roller skate and…” you trailed off, looking at the door. “Someone’s downstairs.”

By this time you had sat up and were practically straddling him. He sat up as well from where he was laying down and put his hand firmly on your side to keep him steady.

“Can you see who?” he asked.

“I think it’s Jackie and Kelso,” you whispered. You leaned over and turned off the record so that they didn’t hear the two of you in here. You laughed a bit and put your hand over his mouth to keep him from laughing.

“Why-”

“Shhhh.” You smiled and couldn’t help but giggle as you heard Jackie and Michael start talking. It was nothing of substance but still, it was fun to not let them know that you were there.

He moved your hand away and kissed you before you could protest. You giggled into his lips but kissed him back just as swiftly as he had kissed you. He smiled and pulled away.

“Get up, we gotta annoy them.” You slid off his lap and nodded.

“It is our job. Jackie!”

#steven hyde x reader #steven hyde imagines #that 70s show imagines

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bffsoobin · 4 years

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Spurred On

↳ Every year you worked your uncle’s fair simply for the extra cash and free food. It was far from glamorous, but you’d long since decided the benefits outweigh the costs. That was until you were forced into tending to the massive, intimidating cows your uncle raised for show. Hopefully, the new ranch hand can ease some of your pain.

➤ cowboy!yeonjun x reader, fluff, a lil angsty (you shouldn’t be surprised), they have tension but in a good way, suggestive, mutual pining, stereotypical Country Boy shit

Word Count: 8,102

Warnings: none other than some swearing and some making out (a little tiny bit suggestive)

A/N: I had absolutely no plans to write another fic anytime soon but seeing Yeonjun’s teaser possessed me so here I am to deliver a cowboy!Yeonjun fic I never ever knew I needed. And yes the fair mentioned is based off of the one I go to every year in my college town and the one that happens in my own home town every summer too okay don’t judge me shhhh

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Sweat was beading on your forehead, streaming down the sides of your face in an almost constant torrent as you wiped a wet rag over every cleanable surface you could find. Every summer since you turned 16, you had helped your uncle set up and run his annual fair. It was far from perfect, but the job gave you some extra cash to spend and copious amounts of fair food to eat to your heart’s content. This year, you had managed to secure a spot working at the funnel cake stand- which had always been your favorite- and a promise from your uncle that you would get to go on all the fair rides for free.

It was a very busy day, as there was only one more day to go before the grounds opened to the public. All day you had been cleaning and helping people who rented barns to show their livestock find the way in. From where you stood now, you could see the line of barns and the people bustling back and forth from them. Arguably the busiest man you knew, your uncle, was hurrying over to you with a slightly panicked look on his face.

“Miranda went into labor,” he simply stated. If it were possible, he was even sweatier than you had become, with a thick layer of dirt on his hands and part of his face.

“Okay...” you began, unsure of where he was going as you turned your attention back to wiping down the funnel cake machine.

“So that means Steven can’t help me with the cows, an’ they’re here now and I can’t expect the new ranch hand to it all himself.”

Blankly, you stared at him, still totally unsure why he was bringing this problem to you.

“So that means I need you fill in for Steven for a few weeks. Working in the barn.” Your uncle prodded, gesturing behind him to the barn bustling with activity as the cows were being ushered into their hay covered stalls.

“No!” You groaned, dropping the wet rag with a plop. “No, I had to fight with my sister to get the funnel cake spot and now you’re gonna demote me to cows?” This had to be some kind of sick joke. Your uncle sighed, laying a heavy hand onto your shoulder and squeezing.

“Please, Y/N. Your funnel cake spot will stay open for you until Steven comes back, I promise. But for now, if you want paid, you have to go to the barn.”

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By now, you were used to the scent of a barn. Your uncle had been showing cows for as long as you can remember, and as a child you often spent time following his older kids around the barn and caring for cows.

As you stepped in now, you found yourself cringing at the chaos. Although you had always worked the fair, you never came close to dealing with any of the livestock shows, especially involving your uncle’s own group of hulking animals. The barn was as nice as a barn could get, with layers of hay on the floor and pens lined with silver food and water buckets adorning each one. Handmade signs boasted the name and age of each animal so that visitors could learn about them. Most of the cows were already in their place, so you simply walked between the stalls, glancing at them absentmindedly.

“Are ya lost?” A smooth, low voice asked.

“Uh, no,” you began, a little bit annoyed at whatever probably middle aged man assumed you didn’t know what you were doing. Whoever had spoken to you was wearing sleek, all black cowboy boots with a pointed toe. They seemed to have been freshly polished; free of any scuffs or scratches although it was clear by a few wrinkles in the leather that the boots had been well worn. Intrigued by the idea that you didn’t know any of your uncle’s workers to wear all black boots, you quickly flitted your eyes to the man’s face.

Long, pinkish-blonde hair fell around his shoulders, cascading down his back in slight waves. The black cutter style hat with silver detailing covering the top of his head made it a little tough to put together the full picture, but you assumed from the few loose strands framing his face that he was sporting a mullet. Simple silver hoops hung from both of his earlobes, glistening in the low sunlight inside the barn. His eyes were a captivating amber-brown with a sparkle of gold that you could only catch on certain angles. His eyebrows were a bit darker than the blonde of his hair, cluing you in to the fact that he had most likely bleached the tresses some time before. From his taller vantage point, he looked down on you over the perfect slope of his nose. He was remarkably younger than you’d expected- probably only a year or two older than yourself. You swallowed harshly.

“Are you lost?” You quipped back, in disbelief at the vision of the man in front of you who had seemingly blended the usual, tired cowboy fashion you were so accompanied with alongside an alternative flair that made your heart hammer wildly in the confines of your chest.

The man snorted out a laugh, short and low as he leaned himself casually on a wooden support beam. Underneath the fabric of his black button up, his muscles flexed and glided deliciously as he settled his body weight again.

“No, I wouldn’t say I am. I work here, and although I just started around here,” he passed an unabashed look up and down your body that made you flush, “I wouldn’t forget meetin’ someone like you.”

At a loss for words, you simply gawked at him as you tried to reform yourself.

“I-uh, my uncle owns the fair, and the uh-the cows, and I got stuck working in here until Steven can get back. So I’m really just looking for-”

“Oh, you’re Y/N? Your uncle mentioned he’d be sending someone to replace Steven.” He interrupted, arching an eyebrow lazily when you nodded. There was a slight smirk befalling his lips, the perfectly plump flesh twisting in his clear scrutiny of your words.

Simply nodding your confirmation seemed to be good enough for him as he pushed his lean body off of the wooden beam and took two measured steps closer to you. The heels of his boots clicked loudly each time, only punctuating his current upper hand. He stuck his hand straight out in front of him, simply waiting for you to meet him halfway.

When you finally did, you hoped he would disregard your clammy palm that only compounded upon feeling his perfectly calloused skin tight against your much less worn hand.

“Yeonjun.” He simply said, pressing his fingers into you harder as you finally actually shook hands. The blunt press of his fingernails digging into the back of your hand sent shivers down your spine, mind jumping to what they would feel like raking down the sensitive skin of your back or down the inside of your thighs or between the strands of your hair or-

“You okay there?” Yeonjun questioned, dropping your hand to cross his arms over his toned chest. Caught red handed, you busied yourself with looking at the stray pieces of hay which had littered the barn’s floor before you answered with a meek yes.

‘Well,” you finally looked back up to see that his eyes were still trained intently on your face. There was absolutely no way he hadn’t seen your blush by now.

“I’m your uncle’s new ranch hand, so it’s gonna be me and you in here till Steven comes back.”

At his words, you suddenly realized just how calm the once bustling barn had become, and you were sure that everyone who had helped bring in the cows had moved on to other tasks. It seemed that you and Yeonjun were the only two people left in the barn. He was still standing dangerously close to you, bodies just about a foot apart until you took a tentative step backwards. Your heart was beating double the normal rate, distracted by the absolutely perfectly crafted man you somehow ended up in the sole presence of. He simply watched you back away, never dropping the sly smirk as he watched you panic. Damn Yeonjun and his perfect looks and perfect charm.

Maybe you should go to your uncle and tell him that there was no way you could work alongside Yeonjun. You could easily make up some kind of story that the two of you didn’t get along, and that he would need to find someone else to help out until Steven could be back and-

“Look out!” Yeonjun suddenly called, eyes widening in the split second you could still see them. In all your thinking, you had continued to slowly back away from him, so lost in your own mind that you didn’t realize you were seconds away from tripping over a stray bucket and hitting your head. Which is exactly what you did.

The floor of the barn, although partially cushioned by hay, was harsh against the back of your body. Your head bounced with a sickening echo, coupled with the skidding of the metal bucket in the opposite direction, it’s contents of some feed spread out messily through the hay, some kibbles sliding into the pens of eager cows who bent to gobble up their extra snack.

Yeonjun appeared over you as soon as you could open your eyes again, pain shooting through your head and top of your spine- where your body had bounced the most.

“Are you alright?” Yeonjun pulled you up gently, laying a large, warm hand on your back to keep you steady. His eyes were still wide, roaming your face in quick succession to see if you had any physical evidence of pain.

“Just- uh- gonna have a headache, probably.” You supplied, head still spinning. Yeonjun frowned, continuing to roam his hands over the back of you body. Although you knew he was simply looking for injuries, a shiver ran down your spine at his delicate yet assured touch.

“‘Don look like you’re hurt too bad, but I’m sure you’ll bruise,” his voice had become more gruff since he began his examination. “C’mon,” was the only warning he afforded you before hooking one arm under your armpits, easily pulling your weight off of the floor where you laid. The other arm came to hook under your knees until you were laid bridal style in his arms. Instinctively, both of your arms flew around his neck, almost sending his hat flying with your haste. Up this close, you could smell the intoxicating mix of the whatever musky-vanilla cologne he had sprayed on, undercut by the faint smell of the outdoors that was much earthier and full. You barely took notice of where he was hauling you off to, more than content to stare up at the smooth, sharp plains of his face.

Shortly, the two of you arrived at what seemed to have been his goal all along- his impressively well kept Chevy pickup. It was sleek black, shining in the high noon sun as if it had just been polished. The tires were sporting a bit of mud- but it was much cleaner than the pickup of any other man around your town. Carefully, Yeonjun led you out of his arms and on to the ground, but not before holding both of his hands on your hips until you steadied yourself.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you commented as he swung open the drivers side door, giving you a good thirty seconds to marvel at the way his jeans stretched deliciously over the curve of his ass and fullness of his thighs. He was searching for something, rummaging through the center consol of his vehicle in intense concentration as you waited.

“Here,” he finally left the car, spinning back around to you smoothly and extending a small bottle of Advil in one hand and a water bottle, warm from the sun, in the other. “Take some of these.” You nodded, downing the two small pills with a little swig of the too-warm water. It was an uncomfortable feeling but you tired your best to mask it knowing that the cowboy was still keeping a close eye on you.

“I meant it, earlier. That you didn’t have to do that. Or this.” You waved vaguely to your throat to indicate the pills you’d just taken from him.

“Is’okay. Used to helpin’. Now are you gonna come back to the barn with me or should I expect to tough out the rest of the day alone?” Happily, you noted that the teasing inclination of his voice had returned. You assessed the pain in your head, carefully weighing his question before you decided that yes, you would come back to the barn with him.

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The next morning you arrived at the fairgrounds, still fatigued from all the work you’d done the day before. Your feet ached deeply, seeping into the muscles of your calves even as you stretched your legs in every way you could think of. The temperature of the day had already risen to an unforgivable heat which blanketed your every move and had your thin T-shirt sticking to your skin with perspiration. Every step you took reminded you that the air was still and hot and unforgiving. Not to mention the still occasionally throbbing pain in the back of your head from yesterday’s misfortune. As you neared the barn, catching a whiff of the distinct scent of cows exasperated by the heat, you wondered if you’d finally gone insane.

And then you spotted Yeonjun, intently speaking to one of the largest cows your uncle owned as he brushed her, ensuring that her coat was nice and shiny for the visitors that would begin funneling in once the evening fell. He was dressed almost the same as yesterday, except he had swapped the traditional black button up for a simple white T-shirt, most likely due to the sweltering temperature. It was tucked perfectly into the waist of his belted jeans, slightly stained with dirt as evidence of his work so far. Every movement he made to brush at the cow defined the lines of his biceps, drawing your attention steadily toward his veined hands which you noticed had rings adorning them today. The silver metal matched the gleam of his earrings, shimmering in the streams of light that the sun provided.

Quietly you stood at the entrance of the barn, marveling at his physique and the way his voice filtered through the air until it collided with your ears. You held back a laugh as he began cooing at the cow, complimenting her for being so good as the animal chewed at some hay nonchalantly. His hair seemed less messy today, like he’d taken the time to style it despite the nature of his work. You would have been more than happy to stand at the entrance of the barn and silently watch him work, but life can be cruel.

“You see, pretty lady...” you heard Yeonjun continue talking to the cow as he put down the brush. “I would love to spend all day with you, but unfortunately I gotta lot to do around here. And Y/N...well she’s spent the last 5 minutes staring at me instead of stepping up to brush any of your friends.” Shock and embarrassment washed your nerves, and you were sputtering in an instant.

“I wasn’t just staring- I was, I was waiting until you were done so that I could ask-“

“Didn’t say I minded.” Yeonjun supplied calmly, finally fixing his deadly auburn gaze onto you. Fuck, how did he always look so good? Unabashedly, he swiped his eyes over your body, and although you would normally feel scandalized, you wanted nothing more than for him to look at you. For a moment, the two of you stared at one another from across the barn, appraising each other as your mind ran wild. A feeling akin to electricity sparked under your skin, as if you’d be connected to a live wire as soon as he took a calculated step closer to you. The heels of his boots clicked against the wooden floor with every step, punctuating just how slowly he was making his advance. You felt a bit like prey being stalked as your larger, more skilled hunter circled in on you, but you were far from complaining.

About a foot away from your now trembling body, Yeonjun stopped. Your heart was hammering so hard against your ribs that you assumed it was trying to escape the confines of your chest and jump to the floor.

“Here, you’ll be needin’ this,” he drawled, lifting the brush which he’d been using on the other cow up toward you. Carefully, you grasped the tool, pretending your digits didn’t shake when he purposely brushed the delicate pads of his fingers against yours. When he finally dropped his hand away, you cradled the brush close to your sweaty form and gripped onto it for dear life. Without another word, you hurried away from him to tend to the nearest cow. You needed a breather, to be honest. Too much Yeonjun could put you at risk for a heart attack if you weren’t careful.

For a while, it seemed as if he had vanished completely. It was easily to get lost in the simple work of brushing the cows, especially along with the low warbling tones of whatever country station the radio inside the barn had been set to. You were never one for country music, even considering your upbringing, but between the work you were doing, the oppressive heat and the yearning crush weighing on you, it just seemed right to listen to the twang of Jason Aldean.

When he came back, he seemed to materialize out of thin air. You had just finished up brushing the last cow and had moved on to rewriting some of their name tags when he shortly announced that he was back.

“Oh, hey,” you spoke meekly in the hopes to mask your excitement at his return. Cheekily, he grinned, showing off pearly white teeth and perfectly pointed canines.

“Missed me that much, huh?” He chided, brushing past you easily as he took in your improved handwriting on the tags. “Damn. Didn’t even know her name was Daisy. Your uncles’ writing had me calling her Paisly this whole time.”

A low hum of a laugh lifted into your throat as you nodded, focusing on the delicate loop of a J in the next cow’s name. There was silence for a bit, the only sound being the scratch of the chalk you were using to write.

“How’s your head?” Yeonjun asked, hazarding another comment that made your surmize he was trying his best to start a casual conversation. A smirk played onto your lips. In all your 20 years of living, you’d never had the pleasure of having the cat and mouse game being reciprocated.

“It’s okay, just hurts a little bit. I do have a pretty nasty bruise too.” You weren’t lying. The fall had created a large, purple-brown bruise on your lower back that extended slightly to your left ass check, where you must have taken most of the impact of the fall. Yeonjun fell silent, and you were a bit disappointed that he couldn’t come up with a counter as you focused on writing the next cow’s name. The aforementioned bruise had given you a little bit of a limp, and maybe you exaggerated it now in the two steps it took to reach the next pen.

“Need someone to take a look at it?” His voice was suddenly right behind you, tickling the hairs on the back of your neck until they stood up straight. How he had snuck up behind you without the tell tale sounds of his boots was beyond you. Even though you were already sweating, you welcomed the radiating feel of his body heat coming off of his chest in waves. Trying your best to keep your letters from becoming shaky, you hummed in thought.

“Looks and feels pretty much like a nasty bruise to me, Yeonjun. Dunno if I need a second opinion when the damn thing makes it hard for me to even walk. But if you’re so inclined,” you turned your head to make eye contact with him, subsequently catching him in the act of staring down at your ass. He didn’t even bother to stutter out an apology or excuse- just simply looked back up at you with his steady gaze. You remarked that his lips looked plumper than normal, almost raw, like he had been biting at them during some point in the day. He didn’t bother to take a step back; simply maintaining his close distance and waiting for you to make the next move. He had placed the fate of this interaction in your hands, and now you were free to play with him a bit. Slowly, you lifted the hem of the back of your shirt just enough that you knew he could see the blooming bruise in most of its glory. He took a small step back now, to appraise the full scale of the bruise that spanned from left to right across your body.

“Why the hell did you come back today sportin’ an injury like that?” His voice was gruff, punctuated with the same concern that you had heard yesterday when you fell. The pads of his fingers skidded carefully across the afflicted skin, touch so light that you almost missed it. Suddenly insecure and a bit overwhelmed by his touch, you dropped the hem of your shirt and turned just enough that his hands fell away from your back.

“I didn’t want to leave you here all alone, and who knows how long it’ll take to heal? I promised my uncle I’d be here. Plus I kind of really need the paycheck, so...here I am.”

Eyebrows knitted, Yeonjun opened his mouth to make his next comment when the loud, familiar voice of your uncle busted through the relative silence of the barn. Yeonjun shuffled away from you quickly as if he had already been scolded. It hurt a bit, but you understood his hesitation in being caught in a possibly compromising situation with his employers niece.

Yeonjun called back to him, walking briskly toward the entrance of the barn and leaving you behind to strain your ears in an attempt to catch any important bits of information. You could have sworn you heard your name being passed between the two men, but there was no way you could be sure from so far away. A welcome breeze passed through the barn, bringing your attention back to the actual job at hand although you could still feel the ghost of Yeonjun’s touch.

----

About a week later, the temperature had plateaued to a pleasant level and brought along a fresh wave of visitors to the fairgrounds. All morning, the barn had been bustling with wide eyed children and experienced farmers who came to size up the competition. You were busy refreshing the hay inside of one of the pens when you heard Yeonjun’s smooth voice for the first time in a few hours. The barn had been so noisy and loud as soon as the grounds opened for the public that you hadn’t seen him since you arrived in the morning. Across the barn, he was entertaining a group of girls, all listening intently to whatever information he was spouting. They all had perfectly styled hair and legs to die for- stretching perfectly out of their cut-offs and practically begging for attention. The one closest to him was staring at his arms with no regard for how obvious she was being, and you were sure that every other girl in the half circle was ogling him in some fashion. You shouldn’t have been surprised, you guessed, since he made you feel just as brain dead, but you still boiled inside at the sight of two of the girls murmuring amongst each other. It was tough to tell exactly what he had said, but the raucous round of laughter that shot into the air clued you in to the fact that he had probably just served them one of his sub-par farming jokes.

He flashed them the same smile that had made your heart stutter countless times, and a sick feeling of anger pushed through your veins. With an unnecessarily hard push, you exited the pen you had just refreshed and moved on to the next. There was no doubt that Yeonjun took note of the unnecessarily loud clink of the metal gate, and you really fucking hope he got the message. Anger still bubbling just under your skin, you ignored the cow who sweetly bowed it’s head in search of affection.

“Hello?” Someone asked as soon as you turned your back. Taking what you hoped would be a soothing breath, you spun on your heel to address the visitor. He was probably in his mid to late twenties, with cute curly hair and the usual t-shirt and jeans combo you were used to seeing men around your town wear. The way he looked was just about exactly what you would expect from a man visiting your uncles fairgrounds, as they all dressed about the same. He wasn’t your type, but over his shoulder you could see that Yeonjun had refocused his attention on you after you apparent fit with the door. A sickly sweet smile pulled your cheeks until they hurt, but you laid it on thick as you walked over to the door of the pen.

“What can I do for ya?” Making sure to lay your voice on the extra sweet side, you took careful note of the way the man roamed his eyes over your face, stopping to flick between your lips and the low-riding cut of the shirt you’d worn today.

“I was just uh, looking around. Got some pretty nice cows here, they yours?” You forced a laugh, throwing your hair over your shoulder before shaking your head.

“Oh no, I just help out around here, ya know, cleaning and brushing the cows. They belong to my uncle. Like anything you see?” Deliberately, you tossed the bait and looked over his shoulder to find Yeonjun in the exact same spot as before, bottom lip locked between his teeth as he watched the interaction. Good. He deserves to have to watch this after you had to see him make those girls trip over their own feet just by existing.

The man chuckled, clearly picking up on the inclination of your question as he hummed in thought. “I think I have my eye on someone,” he responded, resting his arm casually on the metal gate just a few inches from where you had draped your own. Instinctively, you looked at his arm- much less defined than Yeonjun’s- and noticed just about the biggest red flag you could ever see on a man you’re flirting with. A wedding band.

“Ah, better be your wife you’ve got an eye on,” you quipped, mostly upset that your revenge on Yeonjun had been partially spoiled. There was no way you could stay here and flirt with a married man just to make Yeonjun jealous. Defeated, you made to pull your arm off of the gate and go back to working on the hay when the man grabbed at the supple skin of your forearm to stop you.

“She won’t mind, sweetheart,” he drawled, the cool press of his ring a persistent reminder of how much of a scumbag he was being.

“No, somehow I really think she would mind.” You yanked your arm again, managing to gain just a few inches back from his hold. He huffed, pinching his blunt nails into your skin enough to scratch thin red lines.

“I’d let go if I were you. Move on along, huh?” Yeonjun’s familiar tone met your ears, and you belatedly noticed that he had come right up behind the guy. You had never seen him look quite so intimidating as he did in the moment, with his eyebrows pulled together grimly. His mouth was set in a harsh line, unforgiving as he gripped at the man’s shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric of his tshirt. Finally, the man dropped his grip from you, shot Yeonjun a nasty look that you were sure he thought was manly, and strode off to presumably find his poor wife.

Feeling small under Yeonjun’s gaze, you simply looked down at the faint red tracks now decorating your arm.

“He could have really hurt you.” He muttered, keeping his voice low as to keep other visitors from overhearing.

“He didn’t.” You spat, annoyed that he had to save you from yet another mishap.

“Guys like that...they don’t have any respect for people like you. People who have a backbone.” His eyes were large, imploring you with the intensity of his stare. You avoided his gaze for a few more seconds, knowing that your resolve and previous anger would disappear. You shuffled some hay under your sneakers and a piece of you hoped Yeonjun would simply walk away, but you could still see the toes of his boots poking underneath the metal gate.

“Thank you,” you whispered, finally meeting his gaze and feeling the tension melt from your bones. His features had softened considerably, and you almost forgot the pain that had split your heart upon seeing him flirting with other girls. You knew he wasn’t yours, but you wished more and more every day that he was.

----

“I won’t be needin’ you in the barn tonight, by the way,” your uncle bellowed from across the barn. In the whole time you’d been working alongside Yeonjun in here, you had never once seen your uncle actually come into the barn. You knew he was busy with dozens of other things, but for as much as he loved his cows you were shocked at his lack of attendance. Today he stood right in the middle of it, patting the head of one of the cows with a contented look on his face as visitors swirled around. Yeonjun, who was in the middle of refilling a trough of water, popped his head up in shock at the words.

“Really?” You enthused, dropping the rake you had in your hands to rush over to your uncle and see if he was joking.

“Really. Got an old friend comin’ in who I wanna show off the cows to, so I won’t need the two of you caring for ‘em. He’ll be here in about,” he paused to glance down at the watch he’d worn for as long as you could remember, “about twenty minutes, if the two of you want to take off now.”

Not having to be told twice, you waved your uncle goodbye, shot a quick smile at Yeonjun, and made a b-line to your car. Just as you pulled on the handle of the driver’s side door, Yeonjun was calling your name.

“Hey!” He called, a little breathless from the jog he’d taken to catch up with you. “What are you uh, gonna do with the night off?”

“Why, you wanna hang out?” You offered, half-teasing but very much offering your time to him.

“No- I wasn’t, that’s not what I was...”

“I’ll be here,” you responded coolly. “Might come with some friends, might just come to stuff my face full of fair food. All the things I normally do when I work somewhere that isn’t the barn. I’m finally gonna get myself a damn funnel cake. But first, I’m going home to shower.” You opened your driver’s side door all the way and hopped in before he could respond. “See ya there?” You asked, hoping to probe him toward offering to meet you there. He stuffed his hands in his front pockets, swaying on the balls of his feet. His face twisted as you assumed he was contemplating his options.

“Maybe,” he finally conceded, nodding softly as he watched you through the rolled down window of your car. “Maybe I’ll see ya there, Y/N.”

----

The sun had just begun to set when you got back to the familiar fair grounds, painting the sky in a orange-pink mix that delighted you beyond words. You had ended up coming to the fair alone; partly because all of your friends had already gone on other nights you were working and partly because you were hoping to run into Yeonjun. The parking lot was full to the brim, and you found yourself looping around to the slightly hidden employee parking lot instead of being sanctioned to the overflow lot down further down the dirt road. As you pulled into the closest spot, you caught a glimpse of a very familiar sleek black Chevy pickup in your rearview mirror. Excitement made you dizzy, hands shaking as you flipped down your overhead mirror to straighten yourself up. If you were going to see Yeonjun tonight, you were going to make it count.

Throngs of visitors swirled around you, chatting and laughing over the piped in country music that you’d been hearing almost nonstop all summer long. With the sun setting, everything was casted in an idyllic golden glow that made you feel like you were in a coming-of-age film and not just your uncle’s fair that you had come to every year since your birth. A group of visibly drunk friends barreled past you, slurring and hiccupping as they narrowly avoided spilling their beers all over themselves. Grease and sweat mixed to create an atmospheric scent that was so inherently fair that you almost wished they sold candles that smelled the same way. Without even thinking about it, your feet carried you toward the funnel cake stand which was supposed to be your fate for the summer. To be honest, you were still quite upset that you hadn’t got to spend your days munching on pieces of fried batter and chatting with the family friends your uncle hired every year.

Finding yourself at the back of a winding line, you resigned to the one thing that sucked about coming alone. There was no one around you to make conversation with as you waited for food. You had come to the fair many times with your friends from school and various dates, but you couldn’t think of a single time you visited the fair all by yourself. Idly, you scrolled through your phone and inched up appropriately with the line.

“Y/N! Hey!” Yeonjun yelled, approaching you quickly. A wide smile split your face, giving away your excitement at spotting him.

“Oh hey! I’m finally getting a funnel cake!” He was wearing his usual outfit, closer to the look you had seen him in the very first time you met. Outside of the barn he seemed much more casual, and even casted in an odd mix of setting sunrays and the harsh neon from the rides behind him, he looked ethereal. His eyes sparkled with that unmistakable mirth that he always seemed to harbor around you.

“I saw that. Looked pretty lonely over here with your nose in your phone, figured I’d come see if you could use some company.” He was throwing you the line, waiting to see if you’d latch on. And who would you be if you didn’t?

“Hmm, I think that would be nice. Although I really can’t promise I’ll share the funnel cake.” You stepped forward with the line again, and he came with you easily, falling right beside you so closely that you could feel the heat radiating from his side.

Once you finally had the hot treat balancing on a thin paper plate, you rushed Yeonjun to the nearest empty bench and dug in. The dough was still scalding, having just been pulled from the fryer, but the amazing taste was good enough for you to ignore the burn. Yeonjun sputtered a laugh as you shoveled in the dough, wiping powdered sugar onto your legs with reckless abandon. Teasingly, he snuck a hand up to the plate and pulled off a piece of funnel cake; pulling a teasing whine from your throat as you shook your head no rapidly.

“Too late,” he mumbled, “already in ma mouf.” Swallowing your own piece, you widened your eyes and punched at his thigh, firm and muscular.

“Rude! You should have gotten your own!” He smiled cutely down at you, nose crinkling as he finally swallowed. Some powdered sugar had slid onto his button up, but you decided not to tell him in favor of keeping his attention focused on you the way it was now. You felt hot but extremely comfortable under his gaze, feeling a stutter in your chest that increased the adrenaline in your veins. He was so close, and so endearing, and the way he was focused on your face was so fucking cute.

“You’ve got,” he motioned to his own face, brushing his finger against his chin. You tried to mirror his action, swiping at the same spot, but the frown on his face told you that you had missed.

“Lemme, can I?” You nodded before the words even came out, eager to feel his calloused hands on the sensitive skin of your face. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he cupped your jaw and inched his thumb, much slower than what would be considered normal, toward your chin. With one gentle swipe, the stray powdered sugar was gone, yet his hands remained. God, you wanted to kiss him so badly. The lighting had casted a gorgeous shade along his cheekbones, highlighting the beautiful length of his eye lashes and the rounded tip of his nose.

Up this close, you examined the curve of his lips; the soft definition of his cupid’s bow and the perfect pink of his mouth.

“Yeonjun-” he surged forward, stalling the words in your throat as he finally pushed his lips against yours. His fingers gently curled around your neck, gripping at strands of hair like he was afraid you were going to run away. It was quite the opposite, actually, as you happily hummed and leaned into the kiss you’d been waiting for. He tasted like funnel cakes and a faint hint of mint gum, just intoxicating enough to have you clawing your hands into the collar of his shirt. The funnel cake plate began to slide off of your lap, but you could not have cared less as you swiped your tongue over the seam of his lips, greedily pushing to get more out of him.

He hesitates, still eager to kiss you back, but not enough to let you have full reign. Pouting a little, you decided to make the best of your time by nibbling at his bottom lip playfully. Yeonjun pulled away just enough to separate the two of you gently, chests heaving as you both readjusted to a life not attached at the lips.

“Sorry,” he grunted, voice much rougher around the edges than you’d ever heard it. The sound sent a chill down your spine. “Sorry that I didn’t, uh, wanna-” his cheeks flushed startlingly fast and he sighed. “I just don’t want to mess this up, whatever this is. I just...I like you too much, ya know?” The shyness in his voice was endearing, and it wasn’t hard at all to let your own desires fall to the wayside. He likes you.

“That’s okay, Yeonjun. You know I really like you too, right?”

“Hmm,” he pondered, leaning back into his usual persona at your acceptance. “Did I know that? Maybe all those times I caught you staring, or how fuckin’ clumsy you get if I even so much as compliment you...yeah. I think I know.” A permanent smile was stuck on your face, unbreakable in the presence of Yeonjun and his intoxicating aura.

----

The next morning, you’d walked into work on clouds. You and Yeonjun had spent the whole night together; strolling hand in hand, eating your way through the grounds and dragging one another on the carnival rides.

He wasn’t around when you entered the barn, but the evidence that he was somewhere around was enough to kick you into gear. You were shoveling food into a trough, making one-sided conversation with the cows in front of you when you heard him stroll in.

“Hey!” You called over your shoulder, too focused on getting the food actually inside the container to turn around. Yeonjun didn’t answer, but you just finished the task at hand and figured you’d try again in a few moments. Once you were done with the food, you spotted him walking back from the storehouse with a fresh bale of hay in his arms.

He plopped it down on the floor of the barn and you tried again.

“Good morning,” you smiled, approaching him with a grin. He looked up at your breifly and simply nodded, turning on his heels to go back to the storage. Your heart plummeted to your feet just like it had on the rollercoaster he had forced you on to just about 12 hours ago.

What the hell had happened in between the time you parted and the time you both came into work? If you hadn’t known him better, you would have chalked it up to a bad morning, or maybe he was still too tired.

But in all the time you had worked together, he had never once ignored you. He always greeted you in the morning, began a conversation about nothing or at least asked you how you slept. No matter how shit he was feeling, Yeonjun had always made it clear to you that you were worth his time. Did you ruin it all with the kiss? Even though he had seemed so ecstatic last night, maybe he woke up this morning with regrets stacked up. Maybe he was afraid of what your uncle would think. In your idle thinking, you hadn’t noticed the accumulation of hay bales that he had brought in. A stack of four now stood before you, and he was just feet away with the fifth. He was huffing, face reddened with the sheer weight of the bales.

“Yeonjun, do you need help?” You tried again, hoping that maybe lodging a question would garner a real response, but you got nothing. He simply dropped another bale and made to leave the barn again.

“Yeonjun!” You bellowed, hopping around the bales to catch up to him. You jumped in his path, holding one hand to each shoulder. Despite his strength advantage, he stopped in his tracks and gazed down at you. You noticed that he looked tired, slight bags residing under his eyes, and you wondered if we had gotten any sleep at all. “What’s up with you?”

He sighed, pushing his fingers into his temples.

“I don’t have time for this, Y/N.” He tried to pass around you again, but you planted your feet and pushed at his chest with all of your might.

“We are going to talk about this. The cows are fed, and the new hay can wait. Why the fuck are you avoiding me? After last night? If you don’t actually like me, or you regret it, just tell me the truth. Be a big boy, Yeonjun. Don’t leave me out here high and dry.” The steeliness in his eyes softened at your words and a frown marred his flawless face.

“No, god no. I do like you, Y/N. And yesterday was great and I don’t regret any of it but I just...I just don’t trust myself. The last person I dated,” he rubbed his hand into the back of his neck, “I messed it up. Bad. And the last thing I want is to do that to you, too. I’m trying to keep you away from all of this mess. So I’m sorry, but you have to just...forget last night.”

You were stunned to silence, disbelief bubbling in your chest. How bad of a fuck up could his last relationship have been? The Yeonjun you knew was nothing but caring, goofy, smart and charming. Everything you could have ever dreamed up in a man.

“Look, I don’t know what happened last time, but I know that you’re being way too hard on yourself. You’re...Yeonjun, you’re as close to perfect as anyone could get. And even if you are a mess,” you made sure that his tired eyes never left yours, “well, so am I. I fell flat on my ass the first time we met, I step in cow shit on the daily, and somehow you still find it in yourself to like me back. So whatever you’re worried about, forget about it. Okay?”

A small, slow smile cracked onto his face, exposing the white, pearly teeth that you were so envious of. “I never told you this,” he began, the cheerful inclination of his voice made your heart soar, “but I had to try so hard not to laugh when you fell. Like- the look on your face!” His voice tapered off into a full-bellied laugh; music to your ears.

“Okay, okay! I was trying to cheer you up, and now you’re just bullying me!” You yelled, pushing at his chest gently in a bid to get him to stop.

“Hmm, well you did help make me feel better, but ya know what would really cheer me up?” His laughter had ceased, but the apples of his cheeks were still risen and rosy from the effort. His hands encircled your waist delicately, pulling you into his chest. “If you could just...kiss it better?” He pouted exaggeratedly, leaning down to level your heights. And how could you resist?

You met him halfway with the same vigor as yesterday, still shocked by the easy way your mouths fit together. With every intention of respecting the boundary he set yesterday, you were more than happy to lean into the sweet roll of his lips until you were in need of a breather. The hands on your waist tightened, pulling your bodies impossibly closer and Yeonjun mumbled something that you didn’t quite catch, although you didn’t have time to ponder it as he took the imitative to deepen the kiss.

Finally kissing him the way you’d desired made you feel like you were on fire, every inch of your skin sensitive. Yeonjun was persistent, guiding you backwards slowly. You couldn’t see where you were going, but right now you would have trusted him with your entire life as he intoxicated you with his touch. Suddenly, your back was pressed against what you figured was the wood paneling just inside the barn’s entrance. Yeonjun finally backed away from you as your chest heaved, mind fuzzy from the rush of serotonin. Without a word he descended on you again, kissing sloppily down your jaw and neck, leaving at least two purpling bruises in his wake. Frantically, you knocked his hat backwards off of his head, weaving your fingers into his fading pink hair as he worked at the junction of your neck and collarbone. Losing yourself in his touch was easy, sliding your eyes shut as the flat of his tongue soothed the skin he had just finished raising into a blooming bruise.

Yeonjun was just as consumed, mumbling compliments against your neck as his hands wandered to the hem of your shirt, sliding his large, warm hands under the soft cotton; roaming higher and higher-

“MOOOOO-” the cow closest to you bellowed, sliding her foot across the floor in a loud shuffle that alarmed you both. Yeonjun’s hands dropped away immediately, eyes comically wide as the cow stared at the both of you.

“She defintely just told us to knock it off and change the hay.” You joked, trying to pretend like the loud animal hadn’t scared the living shit out of you. Yeonjun was flustered, fumbling to readjust his trusty hat as he cleared his throat and threw you a shy look. His eyes flitted to your neck, no doubt admiring his handiwork, before straightening his shirt.

“I’m going to go...um, start on that hay now.”

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ATTITUDE pt.1

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, aggressiveness, language DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18.

Summary: You and Steve have been talking about getting rough for a while, and when you snap at him at the airport he finally acts on his word.

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Word Count: 2.8k

“Hey baby I’ll pick you up in 10”

Text message read at 6:45 pm.

You were so excited to see Steve after a long month of being away for a business trip with the company. Between meetings, paperwork, and Ted talks your schedule had been nothing but stress.

Steve could say the same about the matter. He’d seen how stressed you were even before you left in the first place. He knew that when you came back you’d be high strung, bratty, and clingy. To his hope, it would be in a good way. Not in the completely bitchy way.

While you waited at the terminal you crooked your neck to relieve the pain from a 2-hour drive and 6-hour flight. You sat at an unclean table listening to Brent Faiyez and Bryson tiller on repeat. Your natural hair crept out of the scarf and your mascara was smudged a bit. Exhausted, you waited.

Ping.

It was Steve.

“Here”

…

Sent 20 minutes ago.

How had time passed so fast you thought?

You had dozed off a bit while waiting and now your phone was buzzing off the rails. You answer to a panicked Steve.

“Finally! I was about to go park and come find you myself! I’m here. Are you ok? I’ve been waiting here for like 20–“

You cut him off not wanting to hear him stress out over something so simple.

“Steve I’m fine, I just had my headphones in and dozed off. I’m coming”

Click.

You hadn’t meant to sound that annoyed but the ascending headache was enough for you to forget how Steve would react when you hung up like that.

Walking out you saw the silver Tesla and Steve leaning on it with a baseball cap and sunglasses.

When he looked up and saw you his jaw clenched a bit, but nonetheless a smile still appeared. He was so happy you were safe and you looked so cute when you were groggy.

“Baby you shouldn’t doze off like tha—“ He started.

You closed the door in his face as he put the things in the back seat. You didn’t want a lecture right now.

Taken aback, Steve recollected himself and rounded the car to the driver’s seat.

“The hell is your problem,” he said with a chuckle as he pulled off.

“I’m sorry I just have a headache, and you starting with a lecture wasn’t helping.” you said with a bit more of an attitude than you had meant for.

Steven gripped the wheel.

Calmly he started “Baby, I was just worried. I understand you’ve been under a lot of stress lately so I’ll let the attitude slide. I do recommend you recognize who you’re talking to though.”

The edge in his voice with the last sentence was enough to send a shiver down your spine. But to Steve’s attention, It didn’t stop you from crossing your legs and rolling your eyes dramatically.

Steve chuckled darkly.

“Ya know what it’s ok if you want to be all bitchy right now. I know how we can fix that...very quickly.”

And just like that, you pulled into your apartment complex. You lagged as you got out, only grabbing your water and phone. With Steve leading up the stairs, you hadn’t realized how slow you were until you heard the door unlock on the 3rd floor.

Damn, he’s fast.

A minute later you had caught up and shut the door. You assumed Steve would be putting the bags down in the bedroom while you locked the door behind you.

“I’m gonna lay-” cut off by the feeling of two strong arms on each side of your face, you gasped in surprise.

How the hell did he move that fast?

You move to try to get around him with a huff and roll of your eyes but he caught your jaw with a firm hand. Aggravated you give him a pointed look, but his hand ignores the threat in your eyes.

“I’m so glad you're home babygirl..”He said tipping your chin up.

“I was gonna cook you dinner... draw us a bubble bath.... And even put on your favorite movie....”

While he spoke his hands made their way to the back of your neck to grasp your hair in his fist. He took a deep breath in the crook of your neck and continued.

“...But you wanted to catch an attitude with me at the airport, and in the car, and again when we got home didn’t you?”

He tightened his grip and leaned your head back enough to feel his lips brush against your neck.

With the same low tone, barely above a whisper, Steve continued the mouth-watering monologue...

“I don’t think you deserve any of that now.”

He let you go and simply walked back to your shared bedroom.

With your head cloudy and clear change of heart rate you finally let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding.

Fuck.

Quickly you realized how much of an ass you had been, and how you should probably apologize. Not just because you were turned on and knew that if you didn’t he wouldn’t give you what you wanted, but because you loved him and knew you were in the wrong.

When you got to the door of your bedroom, though, it seemed like it was too late to say sorry and get nice Steve for the night.

There he stood taking off his belt and nodding you over to the bed.

Nervously you laughed, unsure if he was serious with the belt thing.

What is he ganna do? Spank me? Yeah su--

Your thought was interrupted by Steves’s impatience. With two large strides, he made his way towards you, grabbed your hair harshly, and sat you on the bed.

“Tonight, you will listen and obey. No back mouthing. No sass. And most importantly you will move. When. I. Say. Move.” he said tightening his grip with every word.

You were taken aback completely. While on the business trip you had talked about being rougher in the bedroom, but you hadn’t expected it to be so soon. And feel so fucking good…

You nodded.

“Use your words baby girl,” he said with a smirk knowing damn well he caught you off guard.

Continuing, Steve began to explain how the night would work.

“Now, like I said you obviously don’t deserve all those things that I had planned for us..”

He let go of his grip slightly and trailed the palms of his hands down your arms leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“...but..”

He stopped at your hips and gave an inviting squeeze.

“...I never said that you can’t earn it back.” he then takes your hand and leads it from where it lay beside you to his already hard dick.

When you touch it he sighs slowly and deliciously with a baritone growl that initiates another rough grab of your hair. He kisses you slowly and softly relishing in the feeling of your soft, plump, brown lips.

God those lips, he thought.

Getting the signal you lower yourself to your knees off the bed. Steve puts his belt on the bed and lets you help him lower his jeans and underwear. Sure enough, Steve had been hard as fuck since he had you in the car with him, which seemed like forever ago now. You didn’t want to keep him waiting anymore. Hell, you didn’t want to keep waiting.

With a sense of eagerness, you leaned forward only to pulled back again. You let out a whine.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. What? You eager babygirl?” Steve said what a condescending tone.

Damn you loved it when he used that tone on you too.

And just like that before you know it, without warning, Steve shoved it down your throat. Immediately you choke, earning a groan from the man above you. He uses his right hands to lift you up, and says roughly:

“Spit.”

And happily, you oblige.

There was nothing hotter to Steve than seeing spit strings hang from his tip and connect to your mouth. He watched in awe as he let you take him slowly. If only he knew how much you liked it too.

Seeing Steve all blissed out above you with his mouth hung open with the occasional bite of his lip in disbelief that his babygirl was doing so well… for him, and just for him, was a sight for sore eyes. And when you take him just like...this..

“Fuuuuuuck baby-” Steve moaned with a curl of his toes and tight fist clench.

...you knew he was a goner.

You slack your jaw a bit to take him in; under the impression that Steve was about to finish, but suddenly he pulled back, crouched down, grabbed you by the neck, and inhaled deeply.

“You love trying to make me cum don’t you slut?” he said with a menacing laugh.

This was a side of Steve that you had never seen before but only fantasized about. It made you weak in the knees. Oh, and Steve didn't let that go unnoticed.

“Didn’t think I was listening on the phone all those times you were talking about getting rough now did you? Trust me, baby… I’m about to make all your pretty dreams come true.”

The whole time he held you by the neck and kept his mouth over the shell of your ear. It felt intoxicating. It felt magical. It felt hot.

Steve took a mental note to laugh at you more, because you were definitely into this.

He backed you on the bed fast and reached over his head to take his shirt off. You fumble up to the headboard in an attempt to “get away”, but really just seeing if Steve was really going to go all in. And boy, was he. He grabbed your ankles to pull you back towards him and grabbed your jaw for a deep kiss.

You could have cum just from that alone. Your breathing was erratic by then and every time you groaned into his mouth you got a small one in return from him. And still, you were fully clothed. Sitting up, you attempt to push Steve away to take off your button-up but disrupted Steves’s flow in the process.

He huffed in frustration. “Ugh, here I got it.”he said and proceeded to rip your buttons all the down. Still kissing you he unbuckles your belt, unzipped the zipper, and growls “Shutup for now, I’ll buy you a new shirt.”.

“Steve!” you play yell leaning up on your elbows revealing your lacy black bra. “C’mon that was my favo-” you begin to fade off as you feel Steve’s hand slip under your underwear.

“Shhhh..” He looks deep in your eyes with a smile knowing it was your favorite shirt but tries to keep you occupied with his fingers. He watched as your eyes fluttered as he grazed your clit. Fuck. He could feel your heat emanating from your core.

“Steve” you whisper moan.

Suddenly Steve pulls his hand out of your panties and puts them in your mouth.

“What the fuck did I just say?”

You look dead at him, eyes glazed over wanting him to put his hand back down your underwear.

“You ganna be quiet for Daddy now? You ganna listen?”

You nod.

Steve smiles and slowly takes his wet fingers out of your mouth and travels them lightly down your stomach and back under your panties and right on your clit without breaking eye contact.

“Goooood girll…”

‘Fuck, he knows damn well I can’t be quiet’ you thought taking a deep breath in.

Steve moves down more and feels your slick.

“OH Babbby.. You're so wet already. I’ve barely touched youu.” he laughs..

At that you whined. You just want him to touch you already. He tilts your chin up with his left hand that was on your side and kisses you; softly this time. He slides his tongue over your bottom lip, into your mouth and curls it to tickle the roof of your mouth. He can tell that you try to stifle back a moan, but he wanted it to be a challenge. He starts to move his right hand that returned to your clit and bit your lip when you moaned.

‘Oh, my shit that was hot’ Steve thought as he continued to pull your lips with his teeth. He was so hard it hurt by then and you knew it. Hell, it was poking your side like a bat.

You grab him in your fist and Steve nearly drew blood from biting down too hard. You loved it, and apparently Steve did too. But, again...you forgot who was in charge.

“Fuck, you little--- youre reallly trying me. If I don’t give the order to touch, or move, you don’t.”

“But bab--” you started

He caught your hand and brought it above your head in a firm grip. Then the other but with Steve hovering over you. You gulped.

“I told you to shut the fuck up.”. He whispered closely while grabbing the belt he had laid on the bed form earlier.

He held your hands with one tightly and looped the leather around your wrists swiftly. When he finished he looked down at you with dark eyes and a devious smile.

“Keep em there. This is going to be fun.”

Steve backed off the bed giving you a full view of his sculpted body. He looked at you for a moment like you were his last meal, before roughly dragging down your pants and socks. He then crawled up you body to slowly take each breast out from your laced bra. While he was admiring your brown nipples he looked at how desperate you were becoming and decided to push you a bit more by not so subtly moving his knee up to your core.

And like a fish in the ocean you took the bait.

Just as you felt his knee on your core Steve dove down to suck on your tits enough to make you moan a long symphony of cries. You ground down on his knee like it was the last resort, and to your surprise Steve let you. That is until he felt your breath become shallow and he immediately grabbed your hips to stop you.

“Baby? Are you trying to get off on Daddy’s knee?” Steve said pinching your nipples.

“Fu-yes, yes..” you said out of breath in your failed attempt to orgasm.

“Tsk tsk tsk, not yet baby girl. Only when I say so.”

By then your scarf had fallen off, and your curly hair had been sprawled around the pillow and messily covered your face as you sunk into the poof. Steve loved it when you got like this because he knew if you didn't think about your hair then you were definitely in euphoria. And he’d still barely begun anything really.

Snapping him back to reality was you attempting to scooch down to his knee again to get some friction, and he smiled. Steve sat up and adjusted himself in between your legs.

You were desperate at this point. You just wanted your boyfriend to touch you. And there he sat looking at you with long blonde brown eyelashes telling you to beg...to beg for him and his touch.

Arching your back you gasped out a pleading “Daddy, please touch me, u-use your tongue anything- I ju-jus-fuuuuuu” was all you could get out before Steve licked a fat wet stripe up your pussy. You froze at the sensation, unable to comprehend how something could feel so fucking good.

Steve chuckled at your reaction and decided to make you cum then and there on his tongue. He wanted so badly to go fast and make you shake from stimulation, but thought of the much more rewarding slow and sensual build of an actual teasing orgasm for his woman. So he stuck with the long, slow stripes until your body gave him the sign to add a finger by clenching on air.

Stifled breaths. ‘Great. She's close.’ steve thought, adding another finger while changing the licks to light clit tickles with his tongue.

‘You were gone for’ you thought. Absolutely gone for.

One more lick and you saw stars.

“That's it, cum for me babygirl, cum for me, cum for me cum for me yeaaaaaah”.

Heavy breathing filled the room along with the feeling of absolute warmth.

Steve crawled up your body and gave you a small chaste kiss, before breaking away to tell you how hot it was to watch you cum for him like that.

“...so beautiful..” he said kissing your shoulder.

“Yet so sassy…” he said, flipping you to your stomach...

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sometimes-i-write-4-you · 4 years

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Steven Hyde x reader

Butterflies. Terrible.

Trigger warnings: weed (probably badly written cause I don't smoke but I tried), cursing, some angst I guess.

I sat in the basement, watching TV and eating chips. I was in my brothers superman pajama, which I steal from time to time from the laundry. He didn't care until the time Steven saw me wearing it and now he won't stop reminding Eric his pjs fit his baby sister. To be fair, he had it for years, it's just really stretchy, and I have to tie a double not for the pants not to fall. Steven didn't care about the small details tho.

It was quite, which was unusual. The longer I sat there the more it bothered me. Something was off. Why isn't my brother here? Where's his friends? They can't be at the hub, they'd invite me. Sure I was a year younger, but I had weed connections plus, it is my birthday. Wait a minute. It's my birthday. I turned off the tv and went upstairs.

"Oh, honey, why are you still in your pajamas?" My mom asked when you entered the kitchen. "Because only you, dad and Eric are going to see me, and You saw me in my pink faze, these superman pajamas are an upgrade" i replied, taking some water out of the fridge. "We are not the only ones who are going to see you" My mom said, but once she realised what it meant, she hurried up and added "not because i'm throwing you a party, it's just that, um, Steven lives here! he'll see you" she said. "Yeah, Steven already saw me wearing this, and as much as I hate being seen in the same outfit twice I could not care less" I said, and left the kitchen to go to my room. "Wait!" My mom said before I could follow through with my plan. "I need you to go get some sugar from the store. So put on some normal clothes, preferably fancy. Something you'd wear for a party, you know, just so that people can look at you and know you are the birthday girl. A birthday girl, in general" my mom said. "Fine" I sighed, and went upstairs to get ready.

I got to the store, wearing a bottom up with a fun print on it tucked in a Jean skirt. My shoes had a small heel, just enough to a little fancy, yet casual if paired with the right outfit. Now, where's the sugar… I finally found it, and went to the counter.

"Hi, (y/n)" the cashier smiled at me, "happy birthday" he added, taking the sugar from my hands. "Hi Derek" I smiled at him. Derek is my classmate (and my weed connection), who is incredibly hot with his dark hair, and eyes as blue as the sea, but he's as desperate as Fez if not more. "Thanks" I added, just to be nice. "and that'll be 2 dollars, should be 2.50 but, I'll give you a happy birthday discount" he said, "I also forgot to give someone 50 cents back, so..". I laughed, he was charming in his own way. "Well, I'll see you later at your party" he said, waving goodbye. "I fucking knew it" you muttered as you waved him goodbye.

I got back home to find Hyde sitting in the basement, wearing a decent button up. “Yo, Hyde, whatcha doing?” I asked, sitting down next to him. “Watching TV in hopes your mom won’t call me upstairs for your party. I am not going to hang out with a bunch of 17 year olds” he said. “You’re hanging out with me” i said, “and i was 16 until today” i said. “Yeah, but you’re forman’s sister” he replied, ending the conversation. “By the way, 17 suites ya” he said. “Thanks hyde” I smiled. “Ya know what, as a birthday gift, here, take a sip of my beer” he said, handing me the can in his hand (obviously it was wrapped so it looked like a can of orange soda). “Hyde. I drank with you guys more than a sip of beer” I said. “Fine, take the whole can. Women, you give ‘em a finger they grab your wallet” he sighed as i took the can off of his hand. I laughed and took a sip. “Steven. Come upstairs. I need your help with something only a man can help me with” i hear my mom. “Ask donna!” Hyde called back. I laughed. “STEVEN” my mom yells. “Well, (y/n), i gotta go" he says, tapping on my thigh. I smiled at him, "bye for now". Gid, I hope he didn't notice me blushing.

A few moment later I was called upstairs too to find my mom, my dad, my brother and the gang plus a few of my classmates. "Suprise!" They all called in unison. "Wow! I cannot belive it, mom, you throw me a party?" I said, and Derek looked confused. "I told you I'll see you at the party-" "shhhh" I cut him off. My mom bought the fact I was surprised every single year. She looked at me, then at him, confused. "You? Really? I do not…. Okay fine mom, I knew about the party. I know every year" I finally admit. "I can not belive you…" she opened her mouth, but gave up and left the livingroom, allowing us kids have fun. My dad walked behind her, in a mission to comfort her.

The hours passed by, and most of the people left. It was now the gang, me and Derek. Turns out the guy actually has a personality. We laughed and talked, and I was actually having a decent time. I sat with him on the couch, drinking a beer sponsored by Kelso. "Okay, okay, so here's a joke. Once there was this doctor, and he visited a mental hospital, y'know, for like, crazy people. Then one of the guys just slaps him, like" he said, and then softly "slapped" me. His hand stayed on my cheek for a moment, but soon enough he needed it for his overly dramatic way of talking. So many hand gestures. "And then the doctor goes to the principal and he's all like, "why did this guy slap me?" And the principal is like "that's just how they say hi here" so the doctor is like, okay, whatever, and he keeps walking around and then that guy slaps him not once, but 10 times. Now, one time is acceptable, y'know, it's polite to say hello, but 10? That's crossing a line" Derek said, and I laughed. "I'm not even at the punchline!" Derek smiled, nudging my shoulder and smoothly resting his hand on my shoulder as he took a sip of his own beer. "So anyway, he goes back to the principal, and he tells him just that. The principal looks at him and say, "well, this one stutters" " Derek smiles. I laugh, and so does the rest of the gang who apparently listened. The only one not laughing was Hyde, "yeah, saw that joke on playboy too" he said. "There are jokes on playboy?" Eric asks. I look at him, mortified. I did not need to know my brother.. uses these. "Because I don't… I don't have any, so like, maybe I should get one to check out the jokes" Eric said, attempting to save himself from Donna's stare. She rolled her eyes and decided to let it go. "Well, it's getting late, I should probably head home" Derek said, and took my hand, dragging me to the door and hugging me goodbye.

"Finally, I was dying for a smoke" Kelso sighed, and grabbed a metal box off of his pocket, taking out a joint as the rest of the group arranged in the infamous circle. "Y'know he is my weed guy, right?" I say, and he looks at me surprised. "Are you kidding me? He can get you weed, he looks good, he is funny, and so clearly into you? Girl, make a move" Donna says, nudging you. "He is not good looking" Hyde says, taking a puff off of the joint Kelso just passed him. "He is" Jackie said, "like, really good looking" I agreed. "Whatever, man" Hyde sighed, giving up, "but you gotta admit, the weed I get is better, I'm better looking and I'm also funnier" Hyde said. "Whatever, man" I mimic his tone, taking the joint off of his hands. "Guys,do you think I have a chance with the pretty lady that was at the party?" Fez asked. "You mean Josaleen? I've seen you talking to her" Jackie said. "I don't know her name, she said it but I was focused on… something else" Fez admitted. "Oh, definitely Josaleen. She was wearing this top, i wouldn't even call it a top, her boobs were completely out, she's such a slut. She'll sleep with anyone" Jackie said, taking a break from talking to inhale the smoke, "so no, I don't think you have a chance Fez". "But I am anyone" Fez said. He sounded so broken, "and she gave me her number, look!" He added, showing us a piece of paper he kept in his pocket. "Sweet!" Kelso smiled, taking the number off of Fez's hands, "thanks men, I'll call her later".

The next day, I went to the basement to find Hyde smoking all alone. "Hey man" I said, jumping on the couch from behind it, grabbing the joint off of his hands. "Hey" he says, taking the rolled cigarette before I could smoke it. "Hyde, are you okay? You were kinda quiet at the circle. You barely even laughed when kelso stole the number of the hot girl from Fez" I said, resting my hand on his far shoulder. "Yeah, I'm fine" he said, blowing the smoke and handing me the joint. I took it, "yeah okay". I gave up getting anything out of him. He just had no emotions and I had to face it. This is why I said yes when Derek asked me out over the phone two minutes ago. He doesn't make butterflies appear in my stomach like Hyde does, and his touch doesn't burn my skin but whatever, Hyde is a non-reachable dream. "Listen, uhm, Derek asked me out" I said, a part of me hoping he'd get jealous. "poor guy" he said. "Why's that?" I ask him. "Well, you crushed his heart. You shouldn't have let him hold your hand and be all over you, got his hopes high" Hyde said as he took his cigarette back. "Actually I said yes. Donna was right, ya'know, he is hot, funny and got weed connections" I say, moving my hand that still rested on him. He faced me, shocked. "But you deserve better than that drug-dealing-playboy-reading, pot-head teen" Hyde said. "You're a drug-dealing-playboy-reading, pot-head teen!" I reply, slightly amused but mostly upset. "Well, I'm better at it!" Hyde replies, and gets up. "Whatever, man" he says, and makes his way to the door. "No, non of that whatever man shit, hyde. Sit down and tell me why the fuck do you care" I say, and Hyde turns around. "He's just trying to get in your pants cause your hot" Hyde replies. "I- did you just say I'm hot?" I say, tempted to laugh. "No, I didn't. Look, (y/n), all I know is that you can do better than him" Hyde says, turning off the bearly used cigarette and resting it in the ashtray. He finally sat back down next to me. "Look, Hyde, in case you missed it, there aren't any guys lining up to date me. Is it so hard for you to believe someone can be actually interested in me for more than sex?" I sigh. "It's not, you're a cool person, (y/n) it's just… god, how do I explain that? I don't want you to get hurt okay? You're like… my best friend's sister, and…" he started, but gave up what he wanted to say. "And…" I ask. "Do you promise not to laugh?" He says. "Sure" I say, intrigued. "Well, it's just that… When i’m around you, i have this annoying feeling like- like there are butterflies in my stomach. Have you ever felt that? It’s terrible" he says. "I know what you mean, got someone that makes me feel like that too. It is terrible" I agree. "Derek, I'm assuming? I really think that-" he starts, but something cuts him off, and I am proud to say that something is my lips crushing into his. He breaks the kiss quickly. "Woah, man, hold up" he smiles. "God, I'm so sorry" I say, covering my mouth, "i- I guess I misunderstood you" I say, getting up. "Nononono you didn't, you didn't!" He calls, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the couch. I fall right in his lap. "I just wanted to make sure you mean it" he admits, looking anywhere but into my eyes. "I do mean it" I say, cupping his cheeks as he pulls me back into a second kiss. This time we are far more into the kiss, our lips move in perfect synchronization. It was amazing, I bet Hyde is a much better kisser than Derek. "Wait" I say, cutting off the kiss even tho I wish the moment would last forever. "I need to cancel on Derek".

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine:

The reader is nervous to tell Erik that she is attracted to women too and when he finds out he teachers her how to pick up women and eventually he lets her find one for a threesome.

That was a long explanation LOL.

Black women are art.

They come in all shapes and sizes.

All different textures of hair and tones of skin.

Y/N was a lover of women...literally.

She didn’t come to terms with that until she was about a year into her relationship with Erik Stevens. They were friends turned lovers. The day Y/N came to the realization was during one of Erik’s nude photo sessions. He was a very popular artist and photographer in LA. Y/N would always stop by Erik’s studio while he was working to admire her man’s work in action.

This particular day was a rainy day and a client had begged Erik to photograph her nude. It was late in the evening as well. When she walked in, Y/N’s heart stopped. She had to catch her breath. The woman was a walking flame. Tall, long thick legs, copious amount of cleavage and a whole lot of ass to match. Her pecan colored skin glistened from the rain and her short curly hair lay pressed against her scalp in pretty chocolate swirls.

Y/N could feel herself squirming in the faux fur lounge chair in Erik’s studio that he bought just for her. She could even see her man checking that woman out. Y/N wasn’t jealous or envious. She was looking without shame herself and the voice inside her head kept whispering take off your clothes, and she’s so fucking sexy...I wonder what she tastes like.

The minute the woman’s amber-colored eyes landed on hers, Y/N was in a half-conscious state. They had a little staring contest for at least a minute while Erik set up. The woman licked her lips, allowing her eyes to study all of Y/N. Y/N found herself blushing at that, unable to stare at the goddess any longer.

“Erik, who is your beautiful guest?” Her silvery voice made Y/N swallow spit nervously.

“Oh, that’s my baby girl, Y/N.” Erik looks over at Y/N giving her a wink. She returned it before giggling.

“Really? I’m jealous.”

She walks over to Y/N, reaching out her hand to greet her.

“Hi, I’m Raven.”

“Y-Y/N,” her soft slender hand was warm and slightly wet from the rain. Y/N wanted to lick the rain from Raven’s fingers.

“Such a pretty name...and such a pretty girl.”

“Raven....” Erik says playfully, “Are you hitting on my chick?”

“Maybe, is that a problem?” She sassed Erik.

“Nah, no problem, I understand. But she’s mines, Ray,” Erik looked over at them both with a lopsided grin, “Right, Y/N?”

“Right,” Y/N spoke in a breathy tone.

“She doesn’t look so convinced, Erik,” Raven leans in close to Y/N to whisper in her ear, “It’s okay, does he know?”

Y/N shys away, lowering her head to her lap.

“I see...” Raven gave Y/N a somber look before stroking her cheek with her pointer finger, standing straight and sauntering away with a switch of her hips that Y/N couldn’t help but admire.

That’s when she realized that she was really really into women. She came to terms with being bisexual and to stop denying it. The only thing is...how does she tell Erik?

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“Erik...we need to talk.”

Y/N wanted to have the “big talk” about her newfound sexuality with her boyfriend. Erik was in his darkroom developing polaroids. The red hue of the lights looked enticing against his almond skin. She’d been avoiding this with him for about a month since the last encounter. Now, it was eating away at her and she needed to get it off her chest before she exploded.

“Uh-oh...did I do something wrong?” He puts on a faux worried tone.

“No, babe. But...maybe I did.” She fiddled with her fingers while standing across from him. Erik’s eyebrows creased, stopping his motions all together to look at her.

“Y/N, what’s going on with you?” He steps around the table that held all of his developing equipment, “I already know something is bothering you I just didn’t wanna put you on the spot. I wanted you to come to me about it when you were ready.”

“I’m ready now,” she looks off to the side, “I think...”

“Don’t push it,” Erik reassures her before planting a kiss to her forehead over her curly bang, “It’s no rush, love.” He gave her one final smile before turning to walk away.

“ I’m bisexual, Erik.”

She clamped both her hands over her mouth.

Erik stopped in his tracks, his broad muscular back flexed as he turned to face her again. He was looking at her with a neutral expression, much to her worry. Y/N closed her eyes, bringing her hands up to wrap around her body. She needed something to do to calm her nerves so she paced back and forth in the darkroom.

“I-I’ve always known...no, I’ve confused it with just admiration but...but that day...in the art studio...Raven, you remember Raven, right?...yeah, Raven...”

She kicked the carpeted ground, her eyes staring down at the floor. Erik didn’t say anything. He just stood there with his arms folded across his chest, staring at her. His stares could be so mysterious. She didn’t know what he was thinking.

“So, apparently she had me figured out,” Y/N laughs with a shaky breath, “I was so turned on by her. It’s like it hit me full force.”

Y/N chanced a look at Erik, instantly looking away when she connected with his russet eyes. They looked almost black in that room.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous to tell you about this. We’ve known each other for years.” She stroked her hair back only for it to fall into her eyes again.

It was quiet. Y/N fiddled with Erik’s camera to calm herself and hopefully avoid crying. Erik’s body finally relaxed as he walked up to her and squeezing in front of her. He grabs the camera, taking his hands to pick Y/N’s small body up and plant her on top of his work table. She looked off to the side again, but Erik takes his hand to grab her chin gently, making her look at him. He could feel her shaking against him.

“Baby girl...breathe.”

She inhaled in and exhaled out.

“Good girl,” He strokes her chin with his thumb, “Why did you keep this away from me for a month?”

“Because I thought you’d be mad. I thought you’d think I was dishonest.” She spoke with a little voice.

“Baby,” Erik strokes her bangs back from her eyes, “You can’t just assume shit like that. You don’t know how I feel unless you ask. What I say about this shit when we first started dating? We keep it at 100. No matter what, remember?”

“Yes, but,”

“Shhhh,” he placed a finger on her heart-shaped lips, “No buts. You keep it real with me.”

Erik steps back a little to lean into the table with his arms braced on both sides of her body. Y/N’s legs swing and her eyes stare down at her lap. Erik once again lifts her chin, Y/N noticing a lazy smirk on his face.

“So, my girl likes girls?”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Yes, Erik. I could have sworn I just admitted that” she spoke sarcastically.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?”

“...yes...” she nods her head slowly.

“When?”

“Uhh...Best friend lingerie party.”

Erik raised his brows, “you gonna tell me how that went?”

Y/N laughs, “uhh...it was a drunken kiss, nothing special...but it made me feel tingly. It happened so fast. She told me she’d wanted to do that all night because she liked my lingerie.” Y/N giggles, covering her face.

“I bet you looked really sexy in that lingerie,” Erik smiles with deep dimples, “Did a girl ever touch you?” His voice got lower.

“No, but I’ve thought about it, a lot.”

“Hmm,” Erik looked down at her swinging legs, “I’m sure you can probably guess that I have no problem what so ever with this.”

“Yeah, it makes me feel better.”

“Like no problem. It’s actually making my dick hard as fuck right now.”

Y/N looked into his eyes, taking her hand to place over his crotch. Sure enough, she could feel his length and thickness at full capacity. Erik grabs that hand, placing it inside of his grey sweats so that she could feel him better. Y/N parts her lips before licking her bottom lip slowly.

“I’m just picturing my girl eating some pussy.”

She was picturing that now too.

“And fucking some fine bitches pussy with all those sex toys you got,” He went to whisper in her ear, “rubbing clits together and cumming all over each other...”

“Stop,” she spoke in a weak tone.

“Sucking and licking on a bitch hard nipples,” Erik’s hand was making its way inside of her pajama shorts, “I just wanna watch, baby girl.”

“You can join too,” she spoke softly, opening her legs for his access.

“Oh, yeah? You want me to fuck you and another bitch?”

“Yesss,” she was grinding her hips into his hand. Erik was rubbing circles around her clit.

“You don’t know what you just started, baby girl,” Erik rips her shorts off at the crotch. She took in a sharp breath watching her man roughly pull her legs apart, lowering himself to the ground to eat her pussy. All she could see was his dark head of dreads moving back and forth between her legs. The red hue light above swung back and forth from Y/N accidentally hitting it. He was showing her just how much he loved that she was bisexual and that he didn’t care about that shit he loved her either way. Erik parts her legs further by using the back of his hands to lift her feet on the table. Her toes curled and her hand rested on the back of his head, guiding him as he sucked on her clit. She stared down at him open-mouthed and unable to make a sound.

Y/N’s eyes would shut tightly. She could feel her pussy convulse on Erik’s lips and tongue. He looked up at her with his almost black eyes, that pink tongue appearing red in the darkroom. She creased her brows, small notes of a whimper trying to escape her voice box but there was no use. Erik was rendering her speechless over and over again. Her juices mixed with his saliva was dripping from the table to the floor. She fell back against the table, resting her body over the many polaroids that Erik developed. Wherever she went he followed because Y/N had such a tight hold on his dreads with her fingers. Next thing she knew, Erik places his whole mouth over her pussy, slurping her up something serious. She bit down on her lip, thighs shaking but Erik held the meaty flesh back for better access.

Y/N lifts onto her elbows, finally a soft moan flowing from her mouth. Erik hums into her pussy. He knew that she was close, he could tell by the way she convulsed on his tongue and in between his lips. She wanted to scream, and Erik was going to pull it out of her. He starts tongue kissing her clit with his slippery wet tongue, directly over her trigger point.

“Daddy, Yes!” She spoke softly between moans, “Daddy, yes, please, I’m gonna cum for you!”

Y/N’s body trembled as she came undone on his tongue. Erik didn’t stop, he was so hungry and horny for this girl. She was letting out choked up moans because he kept going.

“Scream,” He spoke into her pussy between licks and sucks.

She screams.

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Y/N sat on Erik’s lap in a local bar that a friend of his from childhood owned. They were having a great time hanging out with mutual friends playing pool and taking shots. It was Erik’s round to shoot pool with one of his homeboys so Y/N got up from his lap to follow him to the table. Erik grabs the chalk from his friend to chalk the end of the pool stick. Y/N and Erik were on teams of course. He taught her the game even though she still struggled from time to time.

“You’re gonna rack the 8-ball game, Erik?” Their close friend, Tony asks. Tony and Erik were in the Naval Academy together.

“Yeah, I can do it.” Erik starts racking the balls.

The game was very short between Tony and Erik. Erik was close to winning but Tony got him good in the end. He was rather pissed off about that but Y/N kissing him settled his sour mood. Just when their lips parted, a girl caught Y/N’s eye in her peripheral. Short, 4C curly bush, a black wrap top on that allowed her perky cleavage to spill over and tight stretch pants that cinched her plump waistline and exaggerated her big behind. She had a lot to show and wasn’t afraid to do it either. She looked like a 1970s disco goddess.

“Who is that?” Y/N asked, noticing her talking to Tony and a few other people they both knew.

“Oh, that’s Dashawn.” Y/N looked at him to elaborate.

“She’s Tony’s sister's ex-girlfriend.”

“Oh,” Y/N looked over at Dashawn. She perched her round ass on the edge of the pool table. All the men gawked at the weight she was carrying on her back. Y/N could see the dimples in her ass through her pants.

“See something you like, Princess?”

Erik caught her staring. Y/N gave him a shy smile.

“Yes, she’s very pretty.”

“C’mon,” Erik gave her a look as if to say really.

“Okay...she’s fucking sexy.”

“There you go,” Erik wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, “you wanna spit some game?”

“What?” She looked up at Erik with a staggering expression.

“You heard what the fuck I said don’t act like you didn’t,” Erik says with a burst of laughter.

“You just want me to...go up to her and try and talk to her?”

“It’s an art to this shit baby girl,” Erik pulls Y/N away from the pool table and back to their seat. She took her usual spot on his lap, giving him her undivided attention.

“First off, it's all about the eyes. see,” Erik gives her a look but it was the usual look that would make Y/N cave every time. He would always make his eyes really low and sultry, focusing on you with an unblinking and lustful expression. She was already squirming in his lap.

“See, like that. I got your attention and all I did was look at you.”

“You’re so good at that. I’d probably end up being all shy.”

“Just give it a try, go give Dashawn a look.”

Y/N was hesitant.

“Baby, it's okay,” Erik rubs her back soothingly, “I’m okay with it. I really wanna see you pick up other women. It’s sexy”

“And it turns you on,” Y/N added.

“Yeah, it does,” Erik makes his dick jump against Y/N’s ass.

“Go show Daddy how you do it,” he whispers.

Y/N got up from Erik’s lap, Erik slapping her ass. Y/N was smoothing down her velour mini skirt before walking over towards Dashawn’s direction. She was currently watching another pool game, a drink in her hand that had a blue color; Y/N guessed it was probably Hypnotiq.

“I wanna go next round, who’s gonna play with me?”

“I will.” Y/N spoke up.

Dashawn noticed Y/N leaning over the edge of the pool table, her velour cropped hoodie zipped down low enough to show her large breasts. She gave her best “Erik stare” hoping that it was working. Erik always said that Y/N’s Chestnut deep-set eyes were his favorite. Slowly but surely, a smile crept up Dashawn’s downturned lips that were painted a matte brown. Y/N allowed her eyes to travel up and down Dashawn’s body quickly before she sat up straighter with a bounce of her tits in a flirty manner. Dashawn liked that, her eyes were round and prominent now.

“Sure,” Dashawn’s kinky fro bounced as she nodded her head, “what’s your name?” She had a light voice. Her voice definitely didn’t match the way she looked. It was so adorable.

“It’s Y/N,” She reached across the pool table. Dashawn practically bumped into Tony reaching out for Y/N’s hand. Her walnut-colored skin clashed beautifully against Y/N’s honey brown skin. Y/N shook it slow, still holding that same gaze just to reel Dashawn in further before letting her hand go while allowing her fingers to feather the inside of her palm. She could see Dashawn’s shoulders jump from that.

“Did you come alone?” Dashawn asked.

“No,” She pointed over at Erik seated with his eyes on her, “I came with Erik.”

Dashawn followed Y/N’s finger, spotting Erik and smiling wide.

“E?! You’re...” she trailed off, pointing her finger between both Erik and her.

“Yes, he’s my man,” Y/N gave Dashawn a soft smile.

“Oh, okay,” Dashawn nods her head again, placing some hair behind her ear before looking away with a flicker of annoyance. Y/N fought a smile.

“So, we’re gonna go next?” Y/N tilted her head at Dashawn with a bite of her lip.

“Of course!” Dashawn giggled nervously, “Sorry, it’s the drink.”

“No worries, you’re laugh is really cute.”

Y/N gave Dashawn one final look before walking away and back to Erik. The closer she got, she put her thumbs up at him, Erik smiling behind a cup of liquor.

“How was that?”

“Perfect. You had her drooling, ma.”

“I thought it would be so hard.”

Erik gave her a funny look, “Do you see how fine you are? You ain’t even have to do that and Dashawn ass would be staring.”

He was excited now.

“I wanna see you flirt with her some more. Show me how you would flirt with another woman.”

“You are a mess,” Y/N laughs.

“Nah, I’m hooked.”

Once the others were finished, Dashawn and Y/N started a game. Dashawn was really good. Y/N was impressed.

“You’re like, a fucking pro at pool.”

“My dad taught me,” She went her turn, making the shot.

“What is it that you can’t do?”

“I can’t sing.”

It was Y/N’s turn, “With a voice that cute I would have thought otherwise.”

Dashawn blushes, leaning against her pool stick. Y/N arched her body over the pool table, aiming for the ball she needed and making the shot. Her skirt was spread over her bubble booty, the back of her thighs catching the light from the pool area. Dashawn tilted her head when she thought Y/N wasn’t paying attention to check her out. Y/N lifted up, turning towards Dashawn with hungry eyes.

“See something you like, Dashawn?”

The girl was speechless.

“Your turn, beautiful.”

Dashawn missed her shot. She was so enamored with what Y/N said that she was thrown off her game.

“What happened to all those winning shots!”

“You’re distracting me!” The alcohol started giving her courage.

“How so?” Y/N was tipsy herself.

“You’re just so damn beautiful that’s why,” Dashawn slapped her forehead, “oh shit, somebody come grab this drink away from me! I’m hitting on Erik’s girl,” Dashawn pouts, “I know you’re off-limits.”

“If you say so,” Y/N went her turn. Dashawn gave her a look, ready to open her mouth to speak but Erik approached. Dashawn looked at both of them with an envious eye.

“Daddy, I have to finish the game,” Y/N couldn’t pull away from his tight hold.

“I’m horny, gimme some pussy...”

He was drunk off that Hennessy and he wanted to deliver some Henny dick. Y/N knew she was in for a long exhausting night including multiple orgasms and no feeling in her legs.

“Daddy...” she leans back from him, “Can I finish my game with Dashawn? I like being in her company.”

Y/N looked across the table, noticing Dashawn looking away quickly.

“Why don’t you and Dashawn exchange numbers after this? Keep in touch.”

“I already planned on doing that.”

“Oh, shit,” Erik kisses her neck, finally letting her go, “finish your little game then we’re leaving.”

She smiles, “fine.”

Dashawn ended up winning. Y/N informed her and everyone else that she was about to leave with Erik. Dashawn’s face fell slightly but the minute Y/N pulled her into a tight hug a blush replaced her somber expression. They were chest against chest, arms wrapped around each other's waists. When Y/N pulled away she gave Dashawn one final longing stare before licking her lips to speak.

“We should exchange numbers. You know...to hang out some other time.”

“Definitely. I’d like that.”

Both women exchanged numbers.

“Wish I could stay longer but,” Y/N tilted her head towards Erik.

“Oh, I understand. Have fun.” Dashawn gave Y/N a smirk before walking away.

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Erik has been thinking about it for a few weeks since Y/N confessed to being bisexual. Her and Dashawn hung out a few times but nothing actually happened between them. They just remained friends. That was cool and all and he was happy his girl was making new friends but he couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like having a threesome.

She had to be down for that.

After laying the pipe on Y/N for the second time that day, Erik peeked at his dick growing hard again under the covers, pushing into Y/N‘s ass.

“Again?” She asked in a sleepy tone.

“Do you even know what you do to me, girl?”

She sat up, the covers falling away from her large breasts, “Do you even know what you do to me?”

She pulled the covers back, climbing on top of him with a quake in her thighs. She was still sore from a couple of hours ago.

“Oh, I know,” Erik lines his dick up with her still wet pussy, “I remember how much I had to work to get you to even look at me.”

Y/N slid down his length with ease. She closed her eyes, reaching out her hands to place against his chest. Erik grabs her waist, thrusting his hips up into her slowly.

“You-you remember the first time we had sex?” Erik asked with a struggle.

“Of course I do, baby,” Y/N smiles before her lips parted, a soft moan rolling off her tongue, “It was so intense. I felt like a virgin again.”

“This pussy is still just as tight and wet as the first time,” Erik arches Y/N over him a little so he could thrust into her pussy deeper. Her ass slapped against his thighs and balls each time he bottomed out inside of her.

“Daddy,” Y/N asked between strokes, “I want to have a threesome.”

“W-what?” He was drilling her pussy at this point.

“I want to have a threesome!”

Erik slowed down, Y/N leaning back to look at him.

“I want us to have sex with another woman.”

“When?” Erik’s dick got harder inside of her. Y/N shivered from the stretch.

“A-anytime D-daddy. I-I really want it.”

“Fuck,” Erik could hear her creamy pussy, “Goddam, you hear that? Your pussy making them noises daddy like when he fucking you.”

Her pussy made loud squelching sounds.

“Hell yeah, I want us to have a threesome. Hell. Yeah.”

“Daddy, you’re so excited,” Y/N started fucking him herself, “You’ve been fantasizing about me eating pussy and getting my pussy ate and fucked by another woman?”

“How you gonna let another bitch eat that pussy?”

“Ima sit on her face and ride,” she rode him, working her hips.

“Mmm, I can’t wait to see that shit. My balls filling up with all this cum, Princess. You ready for me to nut in this pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she bounced on him harder.

“Yeah, work that dick, show out baby.”

Erik has his hands behind his head but from time to time he would slap her ass.

“I felt that puss grip my fucking dick. You better cum all over me too.”

“Yeah, Ima cum all over you, baby.” She was in an entrancing and numbing state with his dick deep inside of her pussy.

“Fuck, Daddy, this big dick!”

She pressed hard into his chest, her body seizing up and her orgasm hitting her full force. Erik was close behind, thrusting into her with an almost blur of his hips before he pushed deep into her pussy, holding it there while his cum spilled out of his dick and in and around her pussy. Every time she spasmed his cum would spill from the sides of her pussy lips because his dick was still tightly sheathed inside of her.

“FUCK. You always have me doing this shit. This good pussy always makes me cum so much.”

She slipped off of Erik to clean up her mess. Erik watched her lick and suck him clean with low eyes.

“We gotta find a fine ass bitch for the both of us, baby girl.”

“Mhm,” She licked her lips clean.

“Gimme a kiss.”

Y/N kissed Erik’s lips.

“Let’s plan it next weekend,” She suggests.

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Twice the love,

Twice the fun,

Twice the tears.....

@missus-rogers

Steven and Natalia loved being parents, their family was whole and had never been happier.....

Our character's have been married for nearly a year and have two beautiful twins; Ivan (named after Natalia's father) and Sarah (named after Steven's mother). Previous storylines have been told, but we may share drabbles, storylines etc in the near future.

Since she had become pregnant, Steven had always been set on doing the night feeds so his wife could have some decent rest and almost three months later, he was still happy to do them. It wasnt always easy, some nights they would feed and fall back to sleep and other nights Steven would have a baby on each arm as he stood outside on their porch facing the ocean, rocking and humming their cries to sleep, yet he never complained and why would he? They had the two most beautiful gifts and despite, what people would assume, considering what era he was from, he always believed it took two people to make the babies and so two people to bring them up.

Tonight was no different, apart from the fact that both babies seemed to have developed croup, which seemed to be worse at night, not that Steven made a point of it, so there he was on the porch, rocking Ivan and Sarah in his arms, the sound of the ocean waves and breeze trying to caress them, their Daddy humming an 1940s lullaby which normally settled them but tonight it wasnt working. Not wanting to be outside for much longer, incase they caught a cold, he headed back in , stepping over Liho and Teddy, sitting down on the rocking chair "come on little Angel's, just one more hour of sleep" he softly trying to hush them into nod land and consciously also not to wake Natalia up either. Teddy laid at his feet and Liho jumped and curled up at the back of the chair as Steven rocked them all in an attempt for a visit from the sandman.

It felt like forever until they all nodded off, apart from Teddy, who realized they had fallen asleep, jumped on the sofa and pulled the blanket over to the chair tossing it over his best friend's knees before settling down himself. The sun started beaming through, stirring the Captain, looking down at the beautiful twins asleep in his arms and smiled. He was as tired as hell and by the look of the clock, he had only grabbed an hours sleep all night but seeing their adorable faces made it all worth while. He gently tried to move and place them in the living room crib but as soon as he walked away he stubbed his toe on the corner of the coffee table and growled, then heard the crying of Sarah. He couldve cursed at himself for waking her, he really could, but he smiled and picked her up "ahhh little one it's okay, Daddy's here" he rocked her in his arms, conscious both Mommy and Ivan were still asleep.

Sarah gave out a barking cough, a furrow of worry creasing her Daddy's brows and yet he knew it was croup. "Okay little one, it's okay. Weve got this together" he took her medication out of the cupboard and tried to coax her to take it , only by sucking the medicine off his knuckle, making him wonder if it was too early for her to be having the first signs of teeth pushing out. Another dose then he shook the bottle, damnit how did they let it get empty? Her next dose was in the next four hours, that would be fine.

She had just started dozing off when he glanced up and saw his wife coming down stairs, welcoming her with a smile. "Good morning, love" he walked over and kissed her cheek. She looked concerned, it was probably clear that he hadnt really slept, the dark circles under his eyes, the tired look and yet he didnt make a fuss out of it. Placing Sarah down with Ivan to sleep, he walked back to his wife and hugged her, wrapping his arms around her waist firmly as his beard nuzzled into the soft crook of her neck as he breathed her in and sighed happily, leaving a trail of small, sweet kisses up her neck, along her jawline and softly kissed her lips "hmmm, definitely a good morning" he smiled more, admiring her , his wife, his everything. Reaching up, he threaded his fingers through her red locks then cupped her facial cheeks "I need to nip to the shops as they sleep, Sarah needs some more medicine and I have a feeling Ivan may have a touch of it too so I'll get some back up as well. I'll pick up some diapers and other things we'll need as well, I wont be long. I love you..." he smiled as his thumbs caressed her cheeks. "God, I love you" before she objected of him going to the shops and not to rest, he kissed her lips again, grabbed the tee and shorts from the kitchen stool, hurried them on then grabbed the keys to their car. "I'll be fine, rest while I'm gone and they're asleep. Love you" and with that he was out the door and in the car.

The store was busy, Steven hated it busy, he just wanted to get in and out as quickly as possible and it seemed everyone else had the same idea. Grabbing diapers, wipes and food like he was on Supermarket Sweep, he made it to the till in record time. He was certain he had the slowest cashier, every item she scanned she checked before and after then slowly slid it down to the bagging area. Steven chewed his inner cheek to keep his tired self from speaking up.

Eventually, everything was packed and he happily paid and walked out to the parking lot, packing all the bags into boot of the car, only to sit in the driver's seat, about to turn the engine on when he remembered the main reason for coming out in the first place "shit" he muttered to himself, leaning over to the glove compartment to pull out the prescription for the twin's croup medication and ran back into the store.

Joining the queue for the pharmacy, he sighed a little to himself, he really wanted to be back home by now with his family. Two people infront of him and his eyes started to close, staying still like this made his body remember just how tired he was. Shaking his head, he blinked rapidly trying to wake himself up, "Sir?" Steven looked up, it was now his turn in the queue and he was sure he looked like he was having some kind of fit to her. Smiling he greeting her and handed over the prescriptions and cash "I'll have these too" he picked up two bottles of Calpol, adding more money to the existing medicine money on the till counter. It wasnt long until he had the medications in the bag and ran back to the car. Looking across the carpark, he noticed the coffee shop, it would had to help. Grabbing a coffee and a blueberry muffin for Natalia, he made it back to the car and headed home.

Pulling into the drive, he switched the engine off, before it had even started to cool down, he was closing the boot , with arms full of bags and heading to the door. As soon as he opened the door, he was met with loud crying from both babies, Teddy barking and doing circles and his wife holding Sarah in her arms , with tears trying to stop her from crying. He had been gone just over an hour and yet he knew how quickly their cries could get you down.

Dropping the bags on the counter, he turned to Natalia, wiping away her tears with his thumbs "I'm a bad mother, Steven, I cant get them to stop crying. I cant do this"

Steven stroked her cheek "shush now, you're a great Mommy, theyve been up all night and arent feeling their best. You're amazing, this is hard but you're doing so well, honey. It's going to be okay. Come on, let's get you into a nice, warm bath to relax in" he kissed her lips before she could say anything and protest and took her hand , picking up Ivan as he walked them all up to the bathroom. Natasha looked emotional, and Steven didnt love her any less as she tried to still hush their baby daughter. Crouching down slightly as not to tip Ivan who was crying still, he ran her warm water and poured in her favorite oils, walking over to her , he took Sarah and kissed her lips "have a nice bath, take time for yourself and relax. It's okay, I love you so much, my beautiful one" he kissed her lips again before leaving her in the bathroom.

Carrying the twins downstairs, he opened the porch doors, the pets dashing out. They loved the twins but after a while of their crying, they always wanted to escape. Steven smiled softly at them before rocking the babies and humming to them "shhhh it's okay, it's okay, weve got you, little ones. The bad croup will leave us soon" he kissed both their foreheads and carried them out to the quiet beach, rocking them still as he walked up and down the length to the house on the beach.

Both sets of lungs were working, but then Sarah would do a set of barking coughs followed by Ivan doing the same "if I could have it instead I would little ones. Come on darlings, its okay" his tone was low and calming. His wife was relaxing in the bath, their babies were trying to settle, despite the chaos, this was the perfect family and a dream come true. He loved his wife and so proud of her in so many ways, he hoped their children would grow up to be as loving and funny as her. He had the most wonderful wife and children. Nothing else mattered.

"Teddy dont go too far" the Golden Retriever puppy turned and pounded back towards him. He looked towards the part of their home that his wife would be having a bath in now and smiled more . Noticing the twins had stopped crying, he looked down and saw them completely asleep. "Sweet dreams, little ones" he kissed their foreheads and headed back inside, Teddy on his heels.

Once inside he gently placed them in the crib and quietly put the shopping away, leaving the muffin out and headed back to the sofa next the cribs, looking at them, gently rocking the crib with his feet. An unexpected yawn escaped his lips as he leaned back into the sofa, one hand on the crib and his other tapping beside him on the sofa, looking at the dog with the puppy dog eyes "come on then Ted, cuddles for you too" Teddy jumped up and curled next to him as Steven ruffled his fur "good boy" before long he had fallen asleep with their fur babies and human babies surrounding him. Sleep taking over them all, it had been a long night and an even longer morning for them all, he just hoped the bath would help his wife too.

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